sexist racism

It is such a cheap, obvious, devious move to have a female VP for the GOP. A completely blatant tact to win over the Hillary supporters (all "18 million" of them), those that are voting for McCain because they are so bitter about Florida and Michigan (it was their own states' fault, suck it up). Hillary herself has endorsed Obama, and I hope those "supporters" of hers listened. It is so transparent that the GOP is trying to win over the "women's vote" and "Hillary supporters" by having a young female run with him (who, incidentally, does NOT believe in women's rights). If people can't see through this Rovian move, I'll be flabbergasted.

In choosing a Vice President, one should consider their ability to take over should something happen to the President. Could anyone, honestly, see this woman confronting International affairs, let alone taking care of the state of an entire country? Talk about lack of experience. It's so repulsive, that they choose the least experienced candidate for Vice President, a female one at that, so that they can in the future attack back should we ever attack on these two points. Sick sick sick.

It is belittling and demeaning to women everywhere, and I would be very ashamed of my gender if they were to fall for this obvious ploy.

Mickey (aka Jericho)

Oh my goodness, the little bugger purred for me. For me, not my father, not Jim, not any man, me. He still runs, but when I catch him and pet him he stops, and rolls, and purrs oh so sweetly. Then runs away again. But - progress!


Went straight down to see him after getting home from excessive traveling (attempted flight home yesterday, botched, back to Mama Toby's and Wright by the Sea, back to the airport today, 3 1/2 hour layover, etc. etc. etc.). He definitely made the family room his playroom. Books were strewn about, the paper towel on top of the counter was on the floor and torn, the catnip pillow was ripped open, the lower-right corner of my Roebling Tea Room postcard was nibbled upon, and even a sponge became his play toy. What a little monkey! Right now he's pawing his reflection in his water bowl. Too cute. He's still too scared though, he needs to not run away when I approach. But he bloody purred for me! AND he has a happy tail. That is, his tail is up in the air, and not curved down like it was the first few days.

Fuck the FAA and their stupid computer

This is redunkulous. Complete horse manure. "Malfunction," "computer glitch," blah blah blah, all bloody flights across the bloody country are at a standstill. Sitting on the plane for hours, without any information to go on, and finally they let us off only to find out no, it wasn't terrorism, but a computer crash. And still they're going to charge us to watch a movie. I need a cigarette. I am sick of Florida, and death, and misery, and over-humidity, and people that work slow as molasses, and hot damn is this ridiculous. Who the hell do they have working these computers, anyway? Incompetent fools that must use Dells. Those Pieces of Crap.

Life and Death

I feel sick to my stomach. Feel like I'm shaking. I am truly dreading going to Florida, for what very well might be the last time.

A Million Ughs

Jericho only let's me hold him when he's napping. Any other time and he just jumps from my hand. Why must it always be unrequited? Why?
It hasn't even been one full week. I should give it more time. But it's heartbreaking. I know it'll take a while, I just hope it won't be forever. I don't want to regret my decision.

I have to pack up my life. I have to write a final essay. I have to take one final exam. I have to socialize Jericho. Jericho needs to get his health records and a snip snip so he can travel and not be so crazy and have smelly pee. I have to either come back to Oregon or fly to Florida. I have to say goodbye. I don't want to say goodbye. I don't want to admit that she might not be here much longer. If there was ever one person that ever I wanted to be there for the milestones it would be her. I have her hands.

I'm not going to think about it. And so I'll focus on Jericho instead for now.

Jericho II

I took home Jericho tonight. He is not docile like his sister, that is for certain. He is so jumpy! And incredibly anxious. But I can't blame the guy, new house, smells of cat still I'm sure, and he was in two car rides and two different cages. He finally started playing with me, but he still won't let me touch him. I finally just heard him drinking some water, I was starting to get worried he'd dehydrate. I hope this won't be unrequited, and that he'll eventually let me at least pet him.

Yes! He's using the litter. Or at least it sounds it. The sounds of gravel being pushed around in plastic.

Anywho, I hope he opens up eventually, and lets me pet his belly.

I don't know what that boy is chasin', but he seems to be having a damn good time running between my room and the family room.

*update 8/14, evening*

That little boy is just the cutest. He sits. He actually sits. That is, he sits like a person would if they were a cat, on his back, with his legs splayed out in front. Adorable doesn't do it justice.

Jericho

I am in love. I met him only yesterday, but it was love at first sight.



Not the greatest pic, seeing as how he's in plastic bubble and all...

I get high from the sky

Kitten highs and sky highs. That's what it's all about. And other highs, and butterflies.



I start to rhyme when I have a good time.