whew. that was a long, strange afternoon.
Headed out to
jim_p's place to get Myrtle back. Stopped at a nearby farmstand beforehand, to get some corn for the ratties. Got provoked and teased by some greasy-haired, probably drunk plumber's assistant for paying "too much" (in his opinion) for the corn. But my Inner Bitch didn't come out until it was too late to whap him, or at least tell his boss (who was with him) that he really shouldn't hire guys who get their jollies by harassing women. Replay fantasy tapes of sodomizing him with a sharp object....
Jim and I chatted a bit, and then loaded up the Myrtle. Somewhere along the way, she started meowing. And 495-north was a parking lot, so I decided to take back roads. Myrtle kept meowing, more and more, um, urgently. I knew why, but I didn't stop in time. Poor baby and poor me had to ride the rest of the way home with her carrier smelling like catshit. At least she didn't aim her butt out the door... but she was unhappy so she meowed the rest of the way home. Luckily it was cool enough that I could put the windows down and get fresh air.
Headed out to
Jim and I chatted a bit, and then loaded up the Myrtle. Somewhere along the way, she started meowing. And 495-north was a parking lot, so I decided to take back roads. Myrtle kept meowing, more and more, um, urgently. I knew why, but I didn't stop in time. Poor baby and poor me had to ride the rest of the way home with her carrier smelling like catshit. At least she didn't aim her butt out the door... but she was unhappy so she meowed the rest of the way home. Luckily it was cool enough that I could put the windows down and get fresh air.