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I really do miss my cat. Just now I looked down at the corner of my bed expecting her to be there because I saw something dark out of the corner of my eye. It wasn't her of course, it was my shoe.

I keep expecting to see her everywhere. Like when I get up in the morning and go to the bathroom or when I walk up the stairs. Or like how she greeted me in the kitchen each and every single day that I came home. Or in the mornings when she'd have to know where every single person was and she'd get up on my bed and meow in my face.

I didn't cry when they took her away. I was talking to Ella and I am now.

She liked me unconditionally and I really hope that she gets adopted.

Edit: I'm still sad but I'm no longer crying at least.

Dear Financial Aid Website,

My social security number is not invalid. It is a perfectly good number, it just wasn't issued by the state of Tennessee. I've not gotten married or been divorced and it's been two years since I've moved. The number should be fine.

So let it go through already!

I want to have love for you,
Me.


I was got out of bed at 6:30 this morning to take care of Grant. He was fine. I fed him and what does he repay me with as soon as his mother walks out of the door? A stinky diaper, thanks Grant. I let him crawl around after I had barricaded (and it's quite ghetto looking) the way into the kitchen and towards the stairs.

An hour and a half later I gave his his next bottle and then we went for a walk up and down the side of the street because that the great ourdoors is his favorite thing in the whole wide world. He didn't fall asleep and after about forty minutes outside I came in. This old, beat up brown truck drove three times down the street we were walking on. I got the heeby-jeebies and took our butts inside.

I should not have laughed at the boy when he crawled underneath his high chair and got stuck. He couldn't work out getting back over the base so when he'd crawl, he took the high chair with him. The Boy also likes lattes. >_>

I got him to sleep at 9 and then we both took a two hour nap. I heard him wake up once but thankfully he went back to sleep. I got up at eleven but he continued to sleep for another thirty minutes. Then his mama came home just as I was feeding him macaroni and cheese. He's her responsibility now.

And now I have a lot of cleaning to do. I need to clean out my car. I need to clean out my storage cubby. I need to vacuum everything. I need to do laundry.

I'm not going to that place where my sister works to turn in an application because I keep having to run to the bathroom for 'stomach problem'. It's not a lot of fun. I'm gonna go Monday, right after I find out what's up with my unemployment status. I think I should have heard something by now.

And I'm really, really feeling icky. My heart is racing and my stomach is in knots still. It's been this way since I applied for a student loan. I don't like the thought of a student loan but at this point it's my only option.

It might be because I didn't eat much yesterday. I had a double cheeseburger, applie pie and tea from McDonalds along with a bowl of cheerios and a latte. It wasn't exactly healthy. Today? I had cup-o-raman. Not the best thing either.

I've also got to fill out these birthday cards and get them sent off. I think that when the boy wakes up, me and him will walk down to the post office.

I miss my kitty. :(

Well, my sister and I were giving a choice. The cat could either be put ouside or it could be taken back to the shelter. I said to take her to the shelter. She'd have a better chance there.

She was declawed. She's never been outside. And I also would not be able to deal with her crying. She was crying when they put her in the carrier and she sounds like a baby when she cries. I couldn't deal with her wanting to come inside but not able.

So, my Mom and her bitch-ass husband just took her back. I don't know anyone. There's no one to take her.

The reason we had to give her up? She shed too much and she got into too much stuff. That's a direct quote.

Congratulations, Tracy! Your bullying paid off. You won.

My mother's husband is not happy unless he's working himself to death or bitching or bullying someone. Tonight, his target is my kitty because she keeps wanting to

Her water thing is more like a jug. It's very long and the end sits on the lip of her tray that sits underneath her food bowl. This morning she tipped it over. This evening she tried to do the same thing.

She's a fucking cat. She's not going to do anything that makes a bit of sense. She's going to get into stuff. It comes with owning a cat. You have to deal with it and make take precautions.

So what does this dickface do? He says that if she tips it over again she's going outside. Everything that she does, she's going outside. If she makes a noise, runs across the floor fast, anything at all: she's going outside.

I have her in my room with the door closed so she can't mess with anything. I'm even letting her into my closet to look and I have my window open so she can peer out of it. I normally don't do that.

I called my Gram. She says that Hanna can come and live with her until I can find her a home. I'm afraid to go out tomorrow because of what he might do.

Why couldn't have have just died in surgery?

Dear Hanna,

I know that you only want me to hold you and cuddle you and pet you when it's inconvenient for me, like when I'm on the computer. However, this rolling onto your side to just push the keyboard back isn't cute. Nor is it cute when you extend your front paws onto the keyboard. Not to mention I have to sometimes hold your bottom end so you don't fall. I don't want you to fall and you know that.

And get your paw off of the spacebar!

I know it's not an accident. You're my kitty and I love you but stop it.

Love,
Me.