[[[[[baaaaaaack....dated. Pshyeahhh.]]]]]
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sydni:
glasses | snoozin' in target | oil change |
I took advantage of Saturday being that day on which any agenda gets a full fledged dismissal from duty. I didn't roll out of bed until well nearly 10am, which really doesn't seem late at all until you stick it in line after my typical rise time of 5:15am every other work day. Sydni is on board with this process, and synced her schedule up with the extended sleep times. The two of us took our sweet time putting motion to the day, and I can guarantee neither of us felt all that badly about it.
Since Mo had originally volunteered to watch Syd in the event that Marlene and I happened to coordinate hitting up a yard sale at one of the local high schools, but since that didn't happen, Mo joined Syd and I for our round of errands. Good thing, too, since I happened to accidentally leave my wallet behind when we'd left for the store. Wooops. Mo was kind enough to pick up that tab, which I immediately reimbursed as soon as we got back to my house and I was able to retrieve my wallet. Embarrassing, still. Since Bonnie had called inviting us both to dinner at their house later on, we decided to get some other things done before that. We headed off to hunt down an open venue for an oil change on my car. It only took three different stops to accomplish that, and we even made a pitstop at Target. Sydni accomplished a new feat for her: sleeping upright in a Target shopping cart. It was impressive actually.
Before making our way to the Prescotts', we dropped Sydni off with Dawne to spend the night; tomorrow Dawne's nephew is having a birthday party, and she'd asked if Sydni could go along. I was completely obliged, finding it endearing that we're able to have such a solid relationship with our in-home daycare gal [who by the way is AWESOME].
At the Prescotts, we were greeted at the porch by a symphony of tiny little kitten mews, coming from under their porch. Bonnie informed us that the mother cat hadn't been around nearly all day; it made us all frown, but we figured she'd return at some point during the evening.... I'll get back to that.
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| paella! thanks to the prescotts!! |
Bonnie was in the midst of making Paella while Jimmy, Mo & I took a walk a few blocks over to check out two cruisers marked for sale in the front yard of someone's house. We found a crimson Harley Davidson soft tail as one of the two, and I contemplated for a moment how Joe would react if one day he came home to find one parked in the garage. Hah. I didn't go through with it.
Back at the Prescotts, we dined on paella [amazingamazingamazingamazinnnggggg] and settled into some episodes of NCIS before we finally started to tire. I offered to drive Mo home while Jimmy stayed behind for a bit with his parents; we were out to my car when those little kitty cries from earlier forced me to stop.
If you know anything about my upbringing, then you know two things for certain: As a kid, I ate healthier than a Chinese gardner, and an ultra sense of compassion for animals was hardwired into my soul. Both of those are a direct result of my mother instilling into us an abnormal awareness of eating healthy [1 spoonful of raw flaxseed oil each morning,
thankssss], and that every animal is essentially a defenseless creature in need of our intervention in a world littered with people abusing them. The latter of those two theories is what drove me into what began the series of events for the rest of the night....
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| four fuzzies. so. stinkin'. cute. |
We set things in motion by prying apart the lattice that borders the bottom half of the Prescotts' porch, followed by me army-crawling my way under it to the back corner, retrieving the four little fuzzies, and handing them out to Mo and Jimmy. We patched the porch back together, padded up the kittens in a blanketed box. Mo and I made a pitstop to grab some necessities: kitten formula [it's a real thing, folks], a cat carrier that would act as their overnight dwelling, some droppers, and some claw trimmers. We toted the whole lot back to my house, got the heating pad and some blankets arranged in the cat carrier, and crafted a makeshift home for the four little fuzzies.
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| 2am flea baths and mealtime.. |
Fast forward to after Jimmy had arrived, when he crashed on the loveseat as Mo and I both passed out momentarily on opposite ends of the large couch, and all three of us waking up just hours later to mix formula, feed, and ultimately flea bathe... at 2 am.
It was quite the interesting evening; here's what's currently living in my kitchen. Don't get too attached, mmkay? :)
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| runt! |
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| so daggone cute. |
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| that's right. |
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| cell phone kitty cats |
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| hangin' with jimmy |
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| mo feeding an itty bitty |
So yeah. It's been that sort of Saturday.
Meeeeeow.
xo |
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