Thoughts on Katrina
I really feel like I should do more to help our Cajun neighbors...more than just sending money. I was thinking about volunteering at the Astrodome, but Macy Gray, Oprah and Jesse Jackson has that covered. Then I thought about going to that site, "shareyourhome.org," so that a couple of people could live under our roof, but I wondered if you can pick who you want? I mean, I fail to see the sanity of welcoming an ex-sex offender crack addict into our home. Plus, with all the chaos in my family, any sane human being would scramble back to the toxic, corpse-strewn (I never thought I'd use that adjective) flood waters within the first seven minutes. Besides, Rune shot that idea down in his usual dramatic, tinged with a smidge of panic flair. Oh well, maybe I'll go by and drop off a nice bundt cake. If I have the box mix in my pantry. No seriously, I wnat to volunteer my doctor services next week.
As for the looters, I'd be happy to volunteer my executionary skills any time. How people could possibly excuse their heinous, opportunistic acts is beyond me. "Oh, they can't help it. They're going through traumatic times." Bull shit. Fine, take the water, Twinkies, Pepsi, and Pringles, but how the crap is a flat screen plasma TV going to save their ass? Do they plan on using it as a raft? Besides, I've been watching TV lately and it's only Katrina this and Katrina that. Won't they be disappointed to discover a paucity of cock fighting events and other mindless shows. I say if anyone is carrying non staple items out of a store, shoot first and ask questions later.
Annika got a kitten for ther birthday. The good news is it was the cheapest present we've ever had to buy, being an SPCA cat and all. 65 smackers is hard to beat. The bad news is, it'll probably end up being the most expensive present we've ever bought. Just yesterday my maternal instincts sent me packing to Petco to buy all sorts of toys, treats, state of the art litter scoops, etc. She's a sweet cat. I don't want to know her name because Annika seems to change it by the minute. No sense getting too attached. We've introduced her to the three dogs. She swiped them all iwth her claw extended paws, so all but Zoe is scared to death of her. Brings new meaning to the term "Pussy-whipped." Penny and Peanut whimper and give her wide berth when they need to pass her. Zoe, being the biggest of our dogs, was a different story. Imagine the kitty's point of view--here comes this furry bag of teeth and slobber like a Peterbllt on steroids--in your face. Whaddya do? You puff up to three times your normal size and hiss and spit and brandish your claws at lightening speed, that's what you do. Zoe didn't seem to mind the bloody nose, but the cat still has problems going downstairs. Plus, she shit all over the floor in the process. Might have been pee. Whatever it was it stunk to high heaven. Shit and all, she's still adorable.