chrissy and the pussycats.

it's funny that loveandcyanide is even less updated now that i'm unemployed, but we've actually been keeping really busy over here. and beyond our attempts at staying productive, sane, and occupied at all times, we've also been dealing with other fun things like illness. and disfigurement. and exile. and abandonment. and famine. and strife. (ok, fine. we're exaggerating the last ones).

a friend i was lunching with yesterday summed it up best for me by making a reference to this moment when she felt like a Cathy cartoon. and i immediately knew and identified with what she was talking about. and being that Cathy was one of those comic page offerings that made me cringe more often than laugh, i am hoping this phase of my life can end before any other tragicomical events can manage to sneak in.

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so in adding to this, for the past two weeks i've been playing the role of suburban hausfrau as we've been based out of New Jersey house/pet-sitting for vacationing relatives. our charges are three enormous cats: a portly, prozac-taking, elderly one; a shy and skittish but adorable middle one; and a rambunctious, bullying, going-to-grow-to-the-size-of-a-cougar kitten. while we consider ourselves animal lovers, and grew up in a household with a cat, three kitties at once are definitely more than this girl can handle.

who's fighting, who's hungry, who's defecated outside his litter box, who's stupidly napping in the litter box, who's yowling outside the bedroom door to wake me up in the morning, who's sitting in a pile of clean laundry on the dining room table, who's eating the plants. i'm basically at their beck and call. and while it's nice to have furry companionship on the days i'm home by myself, i've thus far lost an old sweater, a bowl of cheerios, and countless hours of sleep to this trio.

whew. it's become clear to me i cannot even entertain one thought of a temporary part-time career as a dog-walker.