I'm as mad as a wet-setting hen,
as my mama used to say.
I'm sitting here petting the cat and she (Her name is Callie. Right now, she is "SHE.")
SHE grabs a piece of my arm
and clamps down, leaving a trail of blood.
Really?
I have a bipolar cat!
This happens often, sometimes more than twice a day.
She has not been nice since the move.
She is jealous of the grandchildren, the phone and the computer.
I seriously don't like her!
We are both allergic and I want her gone!
Sorry, cat lovers, but I've had it.
I honestly think, the sedation and move traumatized her.
My daughter's move traumatized their dog.
He is now on Klonopin and Prozac.
Insurance doesn't pay for!
Let me calm down and play nice.
She's hiding under the bed.
This morning I walked on the treadmill, had my quiet time,
filed a claim for the second time for two $100 transactions
with Extreme Well and Pure You Shops for that fat-slimming
stuff that doesn't work.
For the second time, "A debit will show in your account in the next 2-5 business days,"
stated by Trey today and by Sheshaw (no, she didn't spell it) on 1/13/17.
Whew, it's a Monday.
Did a little crafting this weekend
with cloth that I got from The Nashville Flea Market.
I stripped and dyed some of the fabric with tea bags.
Easy, peasy.
I tied the white strips to a line of twine.
I decided against the dyed strips and added burlap instead.
The little sign (that I also found at the flea market)
wouldn't stay level so for now, it's on the ladder.
I am feeling better and able to get my thoughts together.
Maybe it's the sunshine.
I gave up on Winter and snow.
I'll take the sunshine and be grateful for today.
I'm coming out of the funk.
Maybe the cat will too.
