The downside to having a minivan (and I love my minivan) is that in order to get things out of the trunk you have to leave the garage door open, because of the way the door flips up. Last night I got back from the hockey game (where the Caps lost to the Hurricanes in a shootout) at about 11:30. I was unloading a bunch of beer out of the back of the van, because for some unknown, but very appreciated, reason Mark gave me about 25 random cans and bottles of beer to take home with me.
As I was trying to get all this beer out of the car, I heard a strange noise in the front yard. I was hoping it was just a small animal, maybe a squirrel or something. Really, I was just hoping it wasn’t a fox, snake or bad guy. I turned around and was relieved to see it was just a grey cat.
Wait a minute. I have a grey cat. A grey inside cat.
Somehow, Sid was in the front yard, and nobody saw him get out, or even noticed he was missing.
(end of part 1)
Last night, for I think either the second or third time ever in their lives, both Ian and Claudia slept through the night. Ian didn’t wake up until 6:15am. Does this mean I got a full night of sleep?
Hell no. Things don’t work like that.
Klaus (my other grey cat) barfed at 1:30, 1:45, 2:55 and then around 4:30 he threw up about twelve times in a row. So I was up at 1:30 and 4:30 (I just ignored the other two times and went back to sleep) cleaning up cat vomit. As a bonus, I got to go to the vet (which took an hour in our famous traffic this morning) and spend about $350 for x-rays and blood work. I even think the $350 was getting off easy. I’m pretty sure they gave us some sort of discount because Gabe’s sister works there.
Did I mention that The Goon Squad came with me and Klaus to the vet? That was fun. They are always well behaved in public. (insert sarcastic smirk here)
Is 11:40 too early to start drinking?