so, we've had this odor problem. we couldn't figure out if it was the dog or the cat, and it's the cat. she's not using her litter box like she ought, and i'm very worried.

she has NEVER gone outside the box, not even in the hotel, not even when she became an unwilling roommate to the Shittard. upon further investigation, i believe she might have a UTI, so first thing tomorrow i'm calling the vet.

there goes this paycheck.

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yes, i see the irony in spending my paycheck to keep my cat healthy and zero dollars on my own health.

you don't understand. sparky has been my constant companion (except for the six months she spent at the kitty-spa) for the last eleven years. i've dragged that poor cat nine hundred miles, through eight different addresses, one divorce, three kids, seven cats and one Shittard. she would sleep on my neck as a kitten, and the last time she slept on my neck was the night before she delivered her first and only litter of kittens. i could feel them moving in her tummy.

her fur holds an ocean of my tears. sometimes, no one else can make me feel better, and she seems to know when i need the kitty cuddles and when i need to get my head out of my ass. she's helped me through numerous colds, a hysterectomy, and quite a few headaches. she cured my brother of a migraine -- srsly, ask him. he calls her the "miracle kitty".

so, yeah. if that's where my paycheck goes, it's well-spent.

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gud vibez, plz, kthnxbai.

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i'm swamped, but i'm trying not to stress about it, right? i have almost 600 emails in my box i need to go over, research that needs to be read and filed, and Shit To Do. i had different plans for tomorrow, but sometimes, you just have to roll.

if you feel like i'm neglecting you, i probably am, but it's not by choice and i'm sorry. it's temporary, hopefully. i'm looking forward to my days off this week, for sure. it's been screamingly nutz.

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she seems okay. she's not acting any weirder than usual. *sigh* she had better be okay. i thought about what would happen if there's something bad going on, worse than a stupid UTI, and started bawling. pathetic.

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my next pet is going to be a Sea Monkey.

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it was a fairly quiet night at work, and i was able to post a new entry on WordWebbing about flash fiction, and did some work on another site that will go live shortly. (i still have so much to do...i have to make a list or i'll forget half of it.)

i checked in a family that was traveling with his mother, and they had adjoining rooms. well, the wife comes down and said their daughter had flipped the security lock, and they were all in the adjoining room when she shut the adjoining door, not knowing it automatically locks. there was no way to get into the first room, and their dog was in there.

i called Miss S., who said to call the maintenance guy. i called him, and he said call Miss S.

dude, i called her first. she told me to call you. don't you leave my ass out here hanging. what am i supposed to tell these people? i'll go up there and see if i can pop the lock (i've done it once before, at the other hotel) but if i can't, then what?

then call me back, he said.

i was a magnificent failure, so i called him back. he said, if i come in i'm spending the night. gas is too damned expensive, and i have to be there in the morning anyway.

no problem. i'll have a room ready.

of course, he went from the adjoining door and was able to pick that lock. hallelujah.

the penis thing, yanno.

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so, i'm off to bed to get an early start on what promises to be a long, long day. the riverfront, where the summer concerts are under the arch, is flooded out and the venue has been moved to a few blocks up the street. there's a levee right across the way, on the other side of the golf course, that's still holding. i haven't gone St. Louis way since the flooding started, so i haven't seen firsthand how bad it is, but i do know people are becoming distinctly nervous around here. it's not over, not by a long shot.

with that, i'm wrapping up and wrapping out.

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