11:19 a.m. - 2004-12-29
My Special-Needs Serpent
I ventured out into the frosty yonder last night to pick up a snack for the serpent. While at the pet store, I got to pat a bunny and talk to a kitty. The pet store makes me sad. I'm sure the fish are pretty okay with their living arrangements, but the kitty in the cage? It makes my chest hurt. Real, genuine heartache. Aching of the heart. And the cat didn't even care about me. It sat there in its litterbox, just outside of poking range, not making eye contact.
Amazingly, I only came home with a hamster, and not a cat and a hamster. Hooray for me!
Not so hooray for the kitty in the cage at the store. I came home and tried to hug Packet to make myself feel better, but she wasn't in the mood. It's been days since Blue and Rocco have come around. I saw new pawprints in the snow by the backdoor last night, but they had too many fingers and had to be an opossum.
As if the kitty in the cage wasn't distressing enough for me, the hamster was almost a match for Elvis again. I can't wait for her teeth to grow back so I won't have to help her feed. She did so well last time that I thought she was back on track. I didn't stun this guy before tossing him into her aquarium--but without those teeth (and she must have lost more of them than I thought, or maybe just both her big fangy ones) she can't really hang on so well. He got away twice, and she seemed worn out.
I had to shake the hamster. After I did, Elvis almost didn't want it. I took all the stuff out of her cage (the big scrapey thing and the water dish) so she'd be able to see him better, but she just moved right by him. When she realized that he wasn't putting up so much of a fight this time, she FINALLY coiled up and struck, and he still almost got away again.
It took about an hour for her to kill and eat a hamster that would have normally taken 15 minutes to kill and eat. By herself. Without my help.
I had a dream that the hamster was still alive and scratched its way out of her belly while I slept. Geez. While Elvis is getting food and recovering, I'm developing a freaking ulcer. And I don't even have stomach acid anymore!
After I was satisfied that Elvis had things under control, I set about to taking out the garbage. It would have been easier if I'd had a sled to drag the garbage can on, but I didn't have one. The snow was too deep for the wheels on the can to work, so I'm hoping it was too dark for the neighbors to see me dragging, falling, and dragging some more the big trash can.
If they didn't see me falling on my way out to the curb, I'm pretty sure at least someone heard the commotion and was probably watching when, in an effort to get the can near the curb, I dragged it through/onto a snowpile, lost my footing, and rolled with the can out into the street.
My butt hurts today. From that, I mean.
In other news, Jerry Orbach died. Lennie Briscoe. My Law & Order guy. Damn.
That's all I can come up with for now. I'll post again if I think of something else.
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