No shittin! Wish I got pictures. D:

Small/short update today.
- I got my shit done for gaia
- Made about 100K+, maybe even 150K so far. (I've been buying Halloween shit so I've failed to keep track.)
- I'm starting to get over Kai's kidnapping, letting him out for longer and longer each night.
- Kai is doing well. :D
- We're behind in our Real Life Halloween plans but hey, no one was counting on the cat getting kidnapped and coming home battered.
- Got nothing done for LJ yet. Probably never will.
- Will be going out today for the first time in weeks. X_x; Damn Halloween shopping.
- Aside from a few set backs/mysterious illnesses, my health has been 95% optimal. :D
- Got a cavern of a cavity though that will probably require a root canal/tooth yankage. X_x
- Getting an appointment with medical people WHEN YOU NEED IT is downright impossible. (Unless you're rich. D: )
- Got addicted to a new song/AMV which I suggest you get addicted to, too! XD
- Annnnd... that's it at the top of my brain.

Watch. I'll probably post this and remember something afterward. XD Later all!

10hrs, people. TEN, LONG, GRUELING hours out there, going door to door, handing out fliers, putting up posters, talking/meeting strangers and FOR WHAT? To have the little fucker show up at the door. XD

*collapses in defeat* I -knew- this would happen. I knew how it would turn out from the beginning.
When I got home yesterday I knew bad things were going to happen with Kai
When I was making/putting up posters, filling out online forms, I had this feeling I was doing it all for not.
Today that feeling got even STRONGER. I knew I was wasting my god damn time with it all but still I kept putting shit up.

*heavy sigh* I'm... a blank slate at this point. I don't know what to feel. I've gone through the five stages of grief, death and mother-in-law-visitations 12 times over, I've had to put on a fake smile and ask soulless, heartless people to look out for this damn cat, only to have paranoid people slam doors in my face, give me half assed responses, neglect to open the door even though they're home and cheesy grins along the whole, damn, way...

*DEAD* .... and for someone with like, ZERO social skills, that's a challenge.

P.S. I just got word from mother that the posters all along Kingswood were taken down... WTF?
Kai appears and they were CUT down? Why?
This... this is weird but earlier tonight I saw a woman putting up Raccoon Evict posters and she put one underneath ours and according to mom, that poster is gone too. Which makes me wonder if someone on that block hates posters, "dirtying up" their little section of the woods. I mean, that whole neighborhood was creepy and alien... and I've always lived right next to it! Everyone either has a fucking child or is old and the only young adults without any meatsacks are teenagers and those were very few in number for a place with so many baby boomers... *Shudder* Creepy.

Anyway, it's left me feeling pretty victimized. I worked my ASS off putting up ALL those posters and now some schmuck has takenCUT them down on me? Talk about all that work for nothing. :(

But I am suspicious of TIGGERS OWNER. Yes, that cunt is vindictive enough to pull that stunt and you know, she's the ONLY house I skipped because I didn't think she'd listen to me.

I think the only way to solve this is to put up posters again and watch a few of them via camera or whatever and see if someone takes them down.

Kai's been missing for... oh it's got to be 36-38hrs by now. Last time I saw him was around 3PM yesterday when I let him out. I knew a storm was coming but my mind was preoccupied with my doctors visit at the (now normal-hours) clinic.

I got home around six and came home to an accident... That's when the feeling of dread REALLY kicked in. My first thoughts were, "Where's Kai?... KAI!" as I viewed the wreckage. Thankfully, he wasn't there but I haven't seen my baby since.

We called and called for about half an hour, no Kai. I had grown quite worried. It had rained on and off several times since I left and before, the high winds spooked him down the back. However, we figured he was hiding from the rain and we were too tired to go looking, despite my feelings/need too. We had to give him a chance to come home on his own anyway. (Longest it's ever taken is half an hour, one time two hours.)

I went to bed around 6PM, woke up at 4AM and thought, "Perfect time to let Kai in." So I got up and called him... Nothing. I called again and again, nothing. Finally around 5:30AM I knew he wasn't coming home. I called mom in a panic and we devised a plan.

Before mom would take Lisa to school, they would both go looking for him in the car around back and down Kingswood. Meanwhile, I continued to call every hour on the hour all morning, til around noon. Nothing.
After an unsuccessful search, I told mom I was going to make some posters for her to print while she took Rick to work/picked up Lisa from school. Took all afternoon cause PSP8 kept CRASHING. Granted, my PC has been put on sleep instead of shut down for almost a week now but damn it, I didn't need this.

Printing them took almost just as long. Due to the color photos and mothers choice in printers, it took an hour and a bit, then it took mom 30 more minutes after that to get them here at my house. (Mom had to print them at her place.) Not that I could do much during that time. Wouldn't you know it? I get half way down Kingswood and my system decides it's time to go home. I fucking HATE THIS when it happens! (But then again, who loves it?) I don't know if it's anxiety or a demonic hold over my being but I'm -this- close to slicing myself in half to end it all. >_< How can something designed to keep me ALIVE be so dysfunctional?

ANYWAY, around 6PM, mom came home and started putting up posters. I was being uber-depressed, filling out forms at the local humane societies web page. Then mom called to tell me she threw her back out. -.-; HOW I will never understand. Apparently she ruined this muscle in her back YEARS ago when doing this bastards windows... All sixty of them. Ever since then it hurts like a bitch when she throws it out/does too much with her arms.

So By 6:45, I'm out there with my Tylenol and water, fixing her back. Around 7:08, I went back in to find some more shit for her then got back to the grueling task of filling out online forms then around 7:45-8:00PM, she calls me YET AGAIN to ask if I could go with her to put up posters in bus shelters, since the poles were too wet from the misty rain.
I wasn't all that up to it but I went anyway.

It wasn't a HORRIBLE experience, I talked to a guy who helped me hold up a sign then dashed when his bus came. XD Nice guy but a little scatter brained. Then I met this smoker at another station who blew smoke in my face. -.-; It was an accident and he did say sorry. We got to talking when I was trying to find a place to put this double sided poster. (No glass.)

He said he did see Kai (or a cat just like him) but it was 2 weeks ago. Sigh. Sooo close. ;-;

On the way home we noticed a poster. It was dated but it was hard to tell HOW dated since they didn't weather proof their posters like we did. (We go all out. Plastic sheets and everything. XD) What disturbed me was that they were looking for the same type of cat we were except theirs was 2 years old. Kai COULD be that old but he doesn't look/act like it most of the time. I jotted down one of the numbers and plan to call tomorrow to see if they have him.

Mom and I have been calling all night. I just finished calling him now. He would BE here if he was free. Whomever has him, isn't letting him go. The only cat that seems to be around is the mean white bastard that always fought with Kai. He seems to be calling Kai too, daring him to fight for his throne back. Bastard.

Anyway kids, it's almost 1:30AM - (Yes it took me 2hrs to write this. I multitask, remember?) - and I'd rather spend the day searching rather than sleeping in. Later.

Welp, kitty [Kai] almost got run over for the second time in front of me. -.-; I swear to God that cat likes giving me heart failure.

I'm not even sure which I'm more angry with. The cat for not listening and running out on to the street with on coming traffic or me for squealing "STOP!!!" like a whiny little bitch again. Augh.

Seriously, I think I need to stop speaking out loud how much of a jackass of fictional jackassery god is... For he seems to be making me pay for it big time and he's being mean about it.

Good news: Looks like Kai's here to stay, he loves us and has had zero problems adjusting to the house.
Bad news: He only lets me get about 4-5hrs sleep a night. SIX, if I'm lucky.

Good news: Kai's learned to use the litter box tonight. \o/
Bad news: But... he did it with #2. X_X

Good news: Kai kept it "contained" but...
Bad news: Like my mom's cat Wishbone, Kai doesn't "flush." (Cover it over.)

Good news: Mom was going to see if Wayne could come home early to move/clean the litter box.
Bad news: I couldn't wait anymore and did it myself. OMG, NEVER AGAIN! (I can still TASTE that smell. xox )

Good news: Regardless, Wayne is taking the litter box downstairs tonight.
Bad news: He'll probably let it go to seed/wasting litter so I'll have to keep changing it.

Good news: Kai is a perfect cat in many ways. He's relatively clean, has a gorgeous coat and a temperament to match.
Bad news: Kai is sick/infested with fleas and has the runs. Treatment isn't an option right now either. e.e

Good news: Mom feeds these two cute, little strays at the apartment.
Bad news: One of them got run over two nights ago.

Good news: One of the fellow residents, took it to the ASPCA.
Bad news: The ASPCA seems to have "misplaced" said cat, saying no cat "matching that description" had come in.

Good news: The landlady who feeds/cares for the cats too, called and inquired about said cat.
Bad news: Not only was she told that no cat existed but if it had come in "that damaged" it would be "most likely be euthanized" the moment it came in the door due to lack of funding/space. -.-'
(They only have themselves to blame for that. Rude little crotch sniffers.)

Good news: Pissed off, the landlady went down there to see for herself.
Bad news: I don't know if she found the cat or not.

Good news: Mom got the apartment semi clean yesterday/today...
Bad news: Only to have the plumber guy cancel yesterday and try to charge her $400 dollars today. (To install a sink. It's the landlady's/owners responsibility to pay for shit like this. She's already gone six months without!)

Good news: Despite the storm, mom made it to work with little to no problems.
Bad news: Rick, her boyfriend, mistakenly exchanged numbers with this other lady and neglected to tell her [mom].

Good news: Things seemed to be running smoothly at work...
Bad news: Until said lady showed up and thanked Val for inviting her... only to find out that Rick did w/o her knowledge.

Good news: Mom will be getting off work soon.
Bad news: I have no idea what mood she'll be in.

Fuck. My. Life.

...just continues to be bad.

Let's see, what's happened since the last update?

- Kai chased a baby skunk but luckily, didn't get sprayed.
- Kai almost got run over again due to my sister being a dunce; thinking "now" is "later" and "later" is "now." e.e
- Money is so tight, we can't even afford to get TEA, let alone a donut.
- I had to rebook my ultrasound, twice.
- I almost dropped my cellphone in to the toilet
- My digestive tract is rebelling

And just TODAY...
- I stay up all night so I don't miss my ultrasound
- In the few hours before my ultrasound I knock over my change jar
- And my fan takes a DIVE out of my second story window.
- It still works. o.O
- ( I got the biggest bitch to do my ultrasound! )
- Oh, and my moms stray kitten she feeds at the apartment, got run over tonight by someone.
We didn't see who it was but it's alive... barely. Moms neighbor rushed it to their vets/the humane society and I swear to god, if they don't fucking tell us what happened to the god damned animal this time, I'm going to euthanize those dog-humping, cat blowing, animal lovers in the most INHUMANE way possible!
Edit: And I dislocated my knee 3-4hrs after writing this entry. -.- Fucking cats.

Sigh... Seriously? Did I kill someone in a past life or is this about the stick of rocket candy I stole when I was like, 15? (I'm so fucking bad ass, I know.)

Anywhosit! I'm just here to update on Teds condition. We got him to laugh, rant and rave last night and he slept over and now he's numb. Which is understandable. I was in a funk for a good MONTH when my kitty died...

However, I can't help but be upset with him. He should've taken the cat to a clinic, money or no money. He could've signed the cat over if he had to and he keeps telling himself "She was too far gone." to make himself feel better but ya know, he shouldn't be allowed to feel better IMO. The cat was FIVE. FIVE! That's a baby by today's standards! I also have the strongest feeling ever that, unlike blackie, this problem was easily fixable.

Mom says "Well sometimes even with help they only make it to two or three."
"But at least they tried and ya know, I bet this could've been prevented if the cats got their fucking shots and got fixed!" I shout on the phone, mad as hell.

Not at her or him, but his dad. I KNOW that prick is holding out on his family and he's too fucking cheap for proper vet care... WHICH leaves me with a nasty moral dilemma. Ted has other cats at that deplorable home, I know none of them are fixed or properly vaccinated and if Chichi had something they all could catch, good lord. So my choice is, let him grieve for a month, letting the other cats die of the same infection or forgo his grief, report his FATHER to the ASPCA and get those cats out of there...

Either scenario will kill Ted or make him go suicidal but what can I do? His dad is a hoarder. He even feeds/tries to tame the wildlife and even though I'm supposed to be there for Ted, his cats have most of my concern.

Okay, quick post cause I'm on the clock here:
During the past week and a bit:
- Bills are not getting paid on time
- Grans pissant neighbors are driving her to an early grave with their month long construction.
- Mom's car breaks down
- Wayne/Rick are being drama queens, more than usual.
- Kai gets a mysterious cut on his forehead
- My comp goes haywire. (Because of a LOOSE WIRE! XD)
- Mom's car develops a SECONDARY problem at the shop. -.-
- Huge ass storm last night knocks out the power temporarily. (I saw it. Fucking bitchin' moment.)
- Kai sleeps with me in bed and gives me FLEAS!
- My feet are bit to shit. DX
- Kai also sneezed on me, sending my allergies through the roof.
- Kai got in to a fight with the other, new resident male. A -completely- white tabby.
- And now, JUST NOW, Ted's cat died. And it was his birthday today. (Well, yesterday now.)

Going to go pick him up. Later.

Edit: And my PERIOD just started... LOL! XD I gotta stop asking "Wha-" *shuts up*

( Got a new kitty... )

( Kai almost got RUN OVER tonight! )

( Tiggers owner is still a cunt and then some. )

( Computer Drama )

( Online Crapola )

( Health Issues )

Well that's all I can remember right now. I'm dead as a doornail. Hopefully, I won't be haunted by images of my new kitty getting run over. T_T

I KID YOU NOT! I have orb pictures! :o I just took these this morning (because I heard something in my backyard and look what I found!

( Not 56K friendly )
After the first four pictures I got dressed and went orb hunting outside, (just before dawn.) The cat was still around and bolted the moment it saw me. :( Poor thing, I didn't mean to scare it. I left it some food (that'll probably be eaten by the birds) and snapped photos from all over...

Every three or so pictures I would view the latest one to see if I got any. Just as I was getting disappointed, I took one of the tree and BAM! There it was. :o

( Clicky )
I also got a bonus with this photo. At the bottom seems to be a misty figure, barely noticeable... Not sure if it's just flash flare or an apparition but either way...

EEE! I'm haunted! :D