Sunday, September 08, 2013

Lots of Words this Week

It's been a week since my last visit and I should probably add photos to break-up my ramblings but time is of the essence this week so it'll all be words, sorry.

Last weekend was Labor Day weekend and after we lost Hank we were a bit down so it was low-key. We did take the boys to the Drive-In though which I'm so glad about. I want those memories for them - of going to the drive-in on a warm summer night and laying out in their dad's truck with a sleeping bag & popcorn. The other thing we did was swim swim swim, since the pool closed on Monday. I think we were there the whole time actually. When we left Danny cried and when I thanked them for a fantastic summer I actually got a lump in my throat. We can't wait to get back there next year.

This past week was NUTS. Craig worked late 3 nights, til 11pm, and I had something on each evening either with work or kid's stuff, so we didn't even get to the house till 8 or 9 each night. It was awful. I was so tired but so wound-up that I did not sleep all week. I'm teaching 4 days a week now and trying to make money at work and it's actually very stressful, very draining.

But enough of the morbid,  and onto more crazy stuff. Because I did not learn my lesson from getting a cat from another person who didn't give a shit, I agreed to take in a cat called "Jack (of all things) because a lady in our neighbourhood is "allergic". Let me say what I think is happening since I actually met her - she is moving in with her boyfriend and Jack belongs to the boyfriend. Jack has been with her boyfriend since birth & he loves him. Jack is also an outdoor cat and very high-strung. She has lived there for a while already & told me she is not a "cat person". So let's be honest here, it's not an allergy thing - she hates the cat and he probably hates her. Anyway, we brought Jack home with us and he was a nightmare. We put him in the office on his own and kept going in to see if he was okay and he'd attack us, biting and scratching, one by one (except Daniel of course, he wasn't touching that with a barge pole).  Finally I went in and sat down on the poof and he came over and went postal on me! Hissing & trying to bite my bare feet! That's a new one for me - having an animal trying to bite my feet while I'm doing an Irish jig and swearing like a sailor. He truly terrified me so I made a quick exit and texted the owners to come get him. I felt very sad when Jack's dad said "well that's another interview you failed Jack".

So as you can imagine, I'm starting to feel like the crappiest cat owner on the planet, even though I had the best relationship in the WORLD with my Frank.  But today I went to a few rescue places and actually found MY cat. Jack wanted a cute kitten of course and tried a bit of a store crocodile-tear argument thing but I shut him down and told him quietly why an older cat was more important than a cute kitten. I got my way and now that we are home he loves the cat.

So, our new family member is called Black Bart, named after the infamous highwayman. He's jet black with startling and gorgeous green eyes. He's 6.5 years old and was adopted back in 2011 by a lady who then came back in 2013, stark raving mad, declaring him as the devil and an evil entity and said she was going to kill him. She was escorted off the premises and thankfully he came to us. I have no idea of his history pre-2011.  Bart is the most loving, friendly and accommodating cat and I feel a bit bad for him because Jack is still too scared from the cat Jack episode to get too close. The only thing is that Bart hasn't been with dogs before so hisses at Ben, but they'll work it out. But Bart is a good egg. Bart's the right fit I think.

So there you are. In between all that we had Jack getting his orange belt stripe in Tang Soo Do, Danny's school open house, and soccer practices. This week has been one of my most exhausting ones of  my whole year though, it really has (and yes, first world problem, sorry).

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