i have about had it with dr. wannemaker, our pet psychiatrist...i spend a high percentage of my unearned income on therapy for my pets, and, except for the grief counseling over the lawn mower 'cat ass trophy' of spooner, i am not seeing bang for my buck...as i write this, the buddha is taking up three quarters of my bed, snoring, and leaving almost no space for me and my rocks...so he was of course upset about the toy incident the other day, but even after seeing dr. wannemaker, he has run off on his own 2 days in a row, and has been stashing old toys away so i can't find them...he got into the garbage twice thinking that his toys were in there, but i'm smarter than he thinks...
...then there is the psycho cat, baby...today she cornered chloe, the overeater, in the bathroom all day, all the while howling like she'd caught a lizard or something...sally, my anorexic cat likes to howl when she's been hunting (in the house) but she usually has just killed underwear or a sock...but baby...crap she cries 'mama' so loud you can hear her outside...the neighbours think we have a kid locked up in the basement again (it wasn't intentional the first time, really!)...
...i'm thinking of inviting "mutual of omaha's wild kingdom" in for a session...same as the jungle really, this house is, except the monkeys don't swing from the trees...
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