Ode to a fat cat

I'm feeling quite sad today. My dad called last night to tell me they had to put our old cat, Kim-yo to sleep. She was 15, had bad arthritis, and was apparently in massive amounts of pain Monday night and into Tuesday morning. I know she's better off now, not in any pain and all, but still...poor kitty.

I cut my hand last week when I was moving, and it looks really funny today. It's scabbed over and all, but the skin is closing up in a strange manner and looks a lot like an Egyptian eye. Reminds me of some Stephen King story I read years ago about some guy who had an eye growing on the back of his hand. Creeps me out! I think it's time to put a bandaid over it again just to make the damn thing stop looking at me.

Ugh

Gary brought in a big honkin bag of Jelly Bellies this morning. I think I'm going to puke.