As happens often in Empresspattiland, two very pretty girls showed up just now to visit with my Son. They were in possession of a two-week-old kitten with a very convoluted back-story. Kitten was yowling loudly. The girls had a can of kitty formula and a tiny bottle.
I noticed that the nipple on the bottle was not perforated. Taking possession the kitty and bottle I managed to get about an ounce of formula down the hatch.
Kitty was alert and playful, but when I put her (?) down on the floor she walked with her head tilted up and sideways. Is that normal? It seems awfully young to be weaned and I wonder if I should insist on a vet visit or what…….?
I haven’t a clue and would welcome all advice.
This continues to be the Summer of Fun. Mr. W, our Daughter and I were invited to a CNN friend’s house for dinner Saturday night. They have a 2-½ yr old son and a 7-month-old daughter. It was really fun to be around little kids again. The little boy took to Mr. W big time and even came marching into the bathroom to keep Mr. W company while he went ‘potty.’
Mr. W came back to the dinner table and whispered to me. We almost died laughing. Naturally, the Parents were horrified, which made us howl even longer. It was a very good evening.
“I’m exhausted,” my Daughter said as we drove home at the crack of 8:30p, because we left right before final bedtime meltdown, “and I only watched the shienagans.”
We’d forgotten how much attention little pishers suck up. It was a real nice reminder of how much work and joy they bring AND the best birth control lesson we could have asked for. Win-win.
Sunday night Mr. W and I went to Wolf Trap to see Taj Mahal and Bonnie Raitt. I couldn’t get anything but lawn tickets, but we took a big sheet, a couple of pillows and got a fairly decent spot. Little did I realize that we were sitting next to a nest of idiots. They yammered loudly through the first songs in the set and were offended when I pointed out that the concert had started and no one wanted to hear any more about the girlfriends boob and nose job.
This got a round of applause from the people nearby and tingly offended silence from the idiot nest.
It just makes me wonder:
Why go to a concert if you are going to talk loudly during the show? Isn’t that what movie theatres are for?
Who discusses boob surgery with an audience of thousands?
Why do I always have to be the adult? Couldn’t anyone else have asked them to STFU?
I love mankind. It’s people I can’t stand.