A Crazy Cat's Life

When we woke up this morning, we discovered that Bomber had crossed over the Rainbow Bridge sometime during the night. At least my baby isn't in pain any more. Bomber 1998-2008

...when you spend your entire weekend writing tests, getting lessons prepped, and avoiding grading but you forget to do one very crucial thing until 10pm on Sunday night: the laundry. I knew I had to do laundry today especially when I dug through my drawer and could only find the "emergency" underwear (come on...we all have at least one of those). *sigh* Only four more weeks. I have now officially entered the Last Month of the Semester. My brain is fried and I haven't even started the stack o' grading on my desk from the term papers the little brats handed in a few weeks ago. *sigh* Only four more weeks. People have started asking me what I'm doing for the holidays. Holidays? What the fuck are the...oh...you mean the four weeks off I get in four weeks? Thanksgiving hasn't been much of a holiday to me. Too many years of spending that one alone especially since almost my entire family is numerous hours away. I enjoy spending the day with Bear and my in-...

It has been a very long couple of weeks. I wish I could say that all my stress is due to school but it isn't. We found out a week ago that Bomber is dying of cancer. Bomber is my little mush cat with only one eye and one hip (long story). I got him after my kitty Xanadu, who was my first kitty that was mine, passed away back in 1998. I figured since Xanadu was a mutt, I would get another one. The shelter I went to gave me a hard time because I had a cat that was declawed (mind you, I got it from that particular shelter) but it wasn't going to stop me. I walked around meowing, seeing who was going to respond. Two kittens did: a little white female kitten and a little black male one. As I went closer, I noticed that the black one only had one eye. When he was brought in as a tiny baby, all the kittens from the litter had developed ulcers on their eyes. His was so bad that he lost the eye. The volunteer told me that nobody wanted to adopt him because of it. I took him o...

Oh man. There are few times when I am moved to tears (good ones that is) when I hear a speech. Maybe it's because we've been so disheartened by having Dubya as our president and the poor public speaker he is, but damn was that a good speech. Now I know how the American people felt when JFK gave his inaugural speech back in 1961: the power, the belief, the hope. Maybe I just drank a bit too much of the Obama Kool-Aid over the past few months. Whatever it is I feel good. I have hope. Damn. Even the pessimistic and cynical side of me can't fuck this feeling up right now.

As I'm going through today's New York Times, I found two interesting Op-Ed pieces. The first is in regards to John McCain and what has happened to him over the past year . Ironically I liked the guy back in 2000 because he did go against the Republican grain. This piece describes what happened to him and how he was transformed into a Bushie. The second is a piece about the legacy of Bush and who you should vote for (without naming names). The last paragraph is my favorite part: Vote for the candidate you think has the smarts, temperament and inspirational capacity to unify the country and steer our ship through what could be the rockiest shoals our generation has ever known. Your kids will thank you. Remember to vote on Tuesday!