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deathpixie) wrote2007-06-21 07:09 pm
deathpixie) wrote2007-06-21 07:09 pm
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Cat therapy
So, on the way back from counselling, I stopped at the pet store and picked up a few things for the kits. A scratching post, some more food, and a couple of toys, since they needed something they couldn't knock under the couch. So, now they have a ball with a feather attached to it, and possibly the best interactive toy ever - a carrot and a bell on an elastic string attached to a stick. Spike adores it - we've been playing with it for the last twenty minutes. Angel successfully caught the carrot first go and then proceeded to run away with it, forcing me to let go of the stick, which then bounced down the hall after him. He's... not happy about that - he's sitting under the table hissing at it if Spike gets too close. I have to admit, I did laugh at him.
(And now they're spoiling my fun by not letting me have my carrot back. *pouts*)
This has got to be the most fun ever.
Counselling went well, and my next session isn't until August 10, since the counsellor's going on holidays for a couple of weeks and the slots filled up immediately afterwards. That's not a problem - I'm starting to recover my ability to be objective again, and to catch myself in bad habits. And I think I want to see how I go with a bit of a break.
Roomie's off to poker, and I'll probably join him at the pub in an hour or so. Might even treat myself to sushi for dinner first, since the hotdog wasn't that filling even with lots of relish on it. And it's given me a bit of indigestion. :P If I take the laptop with me to the pub, I can work on the policies again, work in the edits from the last poll.
Oh, and as I walked back home, someone whistled at me from a car. *hees* Pure chauvinism, I know, but sometimes a girl likes to be whistled at in passing.
Just as long as it isn't accompanied by a request to show someone my tits.
(And now they're spoiling my fun by not letting me have my carrot back. *pouts*)
This has got to be the most fun ever.
Counselling went well, and my next session isn't until August 10, since the counsellor's going on holidays for a couple of weeks and the slots filled up immediately afterwards. That's not a problem - I'm starting to recover my ability to be objective again, and to catch myself in bad habits. And I think I want to see how I go with a bit of a break.
Roomie's off to poker, and I'll probably join him at the pub in an hour or so. Might even treat myself to sushi for dinner first, since the hotdog wasn't that filling even with lots of relish on it. And it's given me a bit of indigestion. :P If I take the laptop with me to the pub, I can work on the policies again, work in the edits from the last poll.
Oh, and as I walked back home, someone whistled at me from a car. *hees* Pure chauvinism, I know, but sometimes a girl likes to be whistled at in passing.
Just as long as it isn't accompanied by a request to show someone my tits.