Sigh......

Another New Years with just me, the kitties and a bottle of
champagne.....

Just my luck that I would draw the short stick and be chosen to work
the AM shift on New Year's Day...

So no matter how befuddled I get, I still have to be at work at 9 AM
tomorrow to walk all the dogs.

And it BETTER NOT RAIN....

I had to be at work at 7 AM this morning and it was POURING!!  To
anyone here that owns a D*G, it is one thing to have a little door so
the D*G can do his business on his own, and it's another thing to give
the D*G a quick walk....

But I challenge anyone here to try walking 15+ dogs in a downpour and
see how they feel.

I was soaking wet by the time I was done this morning.  I am not
looking forward to this weekend. Not only can I not party with any of
my friends, but since a lot of dogs are going home on Sunday, and about
6 of them need baths, I've been asked to go in an hour earlier on
Sunday so I can bathe the dogs.

*sigh* I'm a glutton for punishment.........

I also finally got to see my chart and take care of my bill while the
kitties were boarding.  Both Imp and Mischief have gained weight.
Mischief is now about 13.4 pounds, and Imp is a hefty 14.4 pounds.

Guess I'm not the only one that going on a diet once the New Year
comes.

BTW, on Wednesday was the day of the KITTY OPERA.

Starring in one cage...... FAT LOUIE!!!!

Incredibly moved by his bath to perform his rendition of Romeo from
Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet!!

And as Juliet, here for a week, and just before her spay is,
TINKERBELL!!!

Watch closely as Tinkerbell rolls around her cage, LOUDLY lamenting as
Shakespeare's Juliet would do....

Watch as Fat Louie romances Tinkerbell as Romeo and reaches through the
bars of his cage to reach her LOUDLY professing his love...

....okay okay okay, this is pushing it....  but when I came into work
on Wednesday, Fat Louie was screaming at the top of his lungs because
he was given a bath and was trying to escape the cage dryer.  He was
reaching through the bars of his cage to the cage next door, where
Tinkerbell lay.

Tinkerbell, on the other hand was ROLLING around her cage, also
screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to play dead to invoke
sympathy before she had to be knocked out to be spayed.  There were
times I would look up and she would be flat on her back, twitching and
pretending to have a seizure or something.  Ah, she still got knocked
out, shaved, and spayed.

Fat Louie has gone home, but Tinkerbell has gotten this habit of
looking VERY PITIFUL and rolling on her back to show her shaved tummy.
Naturally us techs are compelled to give her lots of attention a tummy
rub which results in a very loud purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......

Anyways, one cat is curled up in his cube, trying to take his evening
nap, and the other is underneath the Xmas tree in a meatloaf position.

Happy New Year everyone, and I get to report at 9 AM tomorrow to walk
dogs...........

Cheers,

Kristi