  aaah, bluh. Was almost sorta kinda but not really fired from work on Tuesday. It's a long, agonizing story, so I won't bore you to death with it here. Suffice to say that Poppa is not only a prick but also a bitch, and I still have my job. Kurt, on the other hand, is out. He gave his two weeks, he's looking for other, part time work, and thus endeth the story. Had a bath tonight, and Phoebe was interested. Being the jerkface that I am, i patted her with my wet hands. She Looooooooooooved it. Seriously.
Kurt and I figured though, that she thinks I'm Mommy, and I was cleaning her off. It was extremely endearing, and now she smells minty fresh, if minty fresh smelled kind of like wet cat. God, I miss Fida. And Cordy...found the perfect sentiment for Cordy today, thanks to Fark: Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery If inscribed over human ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a DOG Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead, Nov 18th, 1808. I'd say something similar for Fida, except, well, it wasn't true. She was a snotbag in only the way a cat can. So the 'beauty without insolence' would be a definite exaggeration. Animals are marvellous at being animals.
Cats make perfect cats, fish are exlemplary fish, dogs are immaculate dogs. Lots and lots of people are shitty humans. We're not animals, not entirely. We're not spirit, not exactly. We're not one thing or the other; not flesh, not fowl, not good red herring. It sucks. Ok, been sitting in front of here for the last 20 minutes or so trying to think of something entertaining to write. Not gonna happen. 
