The Only Good Thing About This Week....

The one eyed feral tom cat is back. This is an old photo, but he looks the same. I had given him up for dead, as I had not seen him for well over a year. They say that a feral cat does not live long, and given his condition, I expected Reuban to fall victim to raccoons or coyotes. Yet, there he was. He glowered at me with his one good eye, then hissed. He seemed to hold me accountable for the food that he'd missed during our time apart. ` Alas, this is the only good thing about the past week. For you see, I've been sitting in the corner with my dunce cap firmly affixed. Readers of my previous posts may remember my laments over the dreaded training days. Yes...it came upon me two weeks in a row (and scheduled on my days off, at that). This takes me back to those days of old, where I had to stand and sputter in front of a classroom of my peers. How little things change. ` Somewhere along the line, too, I have realized that I have been given the right to nag at my parents. The doctor phoned with a cancellation, thus opening a spot for my father. He insists that there was a lab mix up; that there isn't anything wrong with him. As I pointed out to my mother, "Why would the bone cancer specialist be phoning if there was nothing wrong?" This has caused me to consume an entire bottle of Pepto Bismol and Gaviscon in the past work week. ` I guess one of the "highlights" of my week, and something which merely serves to add to my Cat Lady persona, was walking around work and being chased down by one of the stray cats. I stopped to feed her, but realized when I arrived at my destination that the video camera had been affixed on me and it was caught for all to see.