the kitty post.

okay, so i generally hesitate to write about my kitties because it's just a whole 'nother level of crazy.

and let's face it, no one cares about your cats. no one. except you.

at least people have to pretend to care about your kids.

not so with cats...and if you expect them to on a regular daily basis then you should really see someone about that...because they don't...and you can't make them.

but here's the deal...when you have six cats and you ever want to leave town you are going to have to pay someone to come in and care for them.

so that's what i'm in the middle of.

actually talking to perfect strangers on the phone negotiating a situation whereby i give them the key to my home and they come and go twice a day as they please.

they also scoop the poop and clean up the under the desk nightmares left by the incredibly high maintenance little black kitten and feed them and water them and pet them.

BUT, they have a key to my house.

and i'm not there!

for days on end!

that's just nuts!

oh, and i pay them too...

good lord.

anyhow, i know there are good people out there i know there are...there are...i've heard tale a time or two...

it's just that i operate comfortably on a level of jaded cynicalness so i think the worst and hope for the best...

but mostly think the worst.

and sure they're all licensed and bonded and all that but what does that really mean?

when the meth addict cousin (oh you KNOW there's a chance he exists!) and his scabies infested common law wife and their tribe of hopped up on mountain dew and pop rocks kids get a hold of that key what does licensed and bonded really mean?

seems like a high price to pay just so i can battle the mosquitoes, eat lukewarm food by crappy lantern light, and sleep on the ground.

but i'm a big girl. i'm open to change. to trust.

sure.

x.