A good, slack day today. I bought the new Veruca Salt, plus Dishwalla, Sheryl Crow, and the Bjork remix. I do not care what you think of my musical taste so don't be writing to tell me if you disapprove. I like a cranked up guitar, an astonishing female vocal, and lyrics that aren't stupid. If I can get all of them on one CD I'm just thrilled. Sadly, this doesn't happen more than twice a year.
I spent some time in the Cat Shoppe, where I buy my cat their food, playing with all the kitties. Chris, the owner of the shop, is constantly having strays and abandoned kittens left in front of the store. I can't believe how heartless people are, even at my age. I would never think of leaving a baby of any kind on someone's doorstep in the hope that it might be found before it died of hunger, thirst, or exposure. It breaks my heart. So I go in and play with the kitties, helping to get them used to being around people. They've often had a pretty grim first few weeks. If you don't train them before the age of 8 weeks, they go feral and can't be adopted out.
Being unemployed is pretty groovy this time (I think it's been at least 12 years since last time) because I have that oh-so-essential primary income earner to keep me in CDs and cat food. I could get used to this. Do me a favor, though. Stage an intervention if I ever join a bridge club. I don't want to turn into my mom. Thanks.