Noodle is a great name for a kitten.
My folks when away once, just for a couple of days, and left the two dogs at home. My parents hired the kid across the street to look after them: he might have been 14 or so.
The very first day, he lost the key while walking across the street.
He did nothing. Didn't tell his parents, ask any other neighbors if they had a key, try to get into the house--nothing.
When my folks got home, the scene was indescribable: dog poop everywhere, and two dogs utterly beside themselves with hunger, thirst, and anxiety.
Ever since then, my mother's been really really uncomfortable with the idea of house-sitters. For good reason.
Good grief, Consuela, I would have lost my shit with that kid. And his parents.
Zen- what did you say to the locksmith?
I decided to go with the truth. Apparently I was visibly annoyed enough to lend credence to my tale. He went in the house with me to write out the invoice and saw me feeding and fussing over the cats, and the police haven't showed up at my door, so I guess he felt okay with it.
Oh my god, that story makes me clench in anxiety.
I got up earlyish this morning to get my fruit and vegetable boxes because it was 90F and I didn't want to let them sit. Granted, HOT out, but the fruit box seemed heavy as hell. No wonder: 6 Valencia oranges, 5 Packham pears, 5 Gala apples, 5 White Nectarines, 5 Red Beaut plums, 4 kiwi, 2 limes, 2 mangoes, a lemon, and giant fucking pineapple.
Yeah, I'm never going out of town again. At least not for more than a few days.
My niece used to catsit for me until she moved out of town. Then she referred me to her petsitting friend M., who has proven to be reliable and trustworthy. Without them I'd be a mess every time I went out of town. I can of course ask my neighbor to watch them, considering the many times I've watched her cats. Wish I trusted her judgment more.
I pay someone to come in who makes a business out of petsittng. I had to when Ozzie needed daily shots, and I got too used to not worrying about it to switch to anyone else.
NOODLE!!!!!
2 hour nap. then weed pulling and laundry.
I pay someone to come in who makes a business out of petsittng.
That is actually what I did when I was gone for a long time.
Man, I love this weekend. Since getting home from the beach, I have sat on my ass quite a bit, AND done laundry AND made lemon muffins. And there are two more weekend days left!
