Yeah, it's Monday after the week-long shutdown, that could be the main reason why I felt so sorry for myself all day. But I really think my crappy mood was caused by the events of this past Saturday:
After dutifully feeding the cats in the morning, I decided to go get the mail. Once I stepped outside the building, I heard meowing -- above my head. Curious, I looked up above the door to see where the kitty was -- only to realize it was my very own Spooky on top of the roof, meowing at our upstairs neighbor and her cats!! Stupid Spooky!
She somehow managed to climb up there -- but didn't know how to get down. The very nice neighbor-lady popped out her window-screen to save naughty Spooky for me (I was ready to leave the little brat up there). Of course, Spooky was all too willing to shred her rescuer to ribbons, but the cat-lady-neighbor deftly and firmly grabbed Spooky by the scruff of her neck, keeping her somewhat subdued.
As punishment, we grounded Spooky (she's not allowed to go outside) and ignored her for a while. She couldn't handle the silent treatment, so she started biting Alma and sitting on me:
That evening, I watched The Dark Knight and was horribly disappointed. That was a really dumb movie. Barely any dialogue, no in-depth story lines (although there was so much there to work with!), and too many explosions/car chases/gadgets. It was obviously made for male audiences.
The night was then rounded out with my friends telling me I look old and have ugly hair. What great friends I have! Thanks a lot.
As a result, all I could do at work today was worry that the cat-lady-neighbor must be pissed at us since her window-screen isn't popping back into place correctly (this morning I noticed it wasn't in all the way) and worry that my face and hair are as disappointing as my friends think they are.
:(
Hopefully tomorrow will be better...
