It’s birthweek!

I’ve got an hour and 13 minutes left of being 38 years old.  I don’t know how I suddenly got this old—I’m quite sure I’m still just 25 and a mistake has been made in the birth certificate department.  About 9 years ago I was going through some period of mental delusion and I went to a psychic in Albuquerque, NM.  Among other things, she told me that I would end up working as a paramedic/EMT, and that by the time I was 38, “money wouldn’t be an issue”.  I assumed that I would either get rich this past year or die, but I did neither.  I also don’t work as an EMT, but I do watch “Emergency Vets” and I recently read the book, “Ambulance Girl”.  I was really counting on that “money won’t be an issue” thing, but unfortunately it didn’t work out that way.  She had no predictions for 39 year old me, so I guess I’ll have to wing it from here.  I hope to have a birthday lunch of Polish food, weather permitting.  Oh, and I always use the term “birthweek”, as it means presents and cards can arrive on any day in a week-long window without the sender feeling guilty about them being late smile

Today we had a call from the vet’s office, asking us if we’d be interested in adopting two cats who would otherwise be euthanized.  An elderly woman had died leaving two cats, and the family was unable to keep them due to allergies.  The local shelter was full and couldn’t take them, which sort of left us as the only option.  I ended up speaking to the cats’ current guardian on the phone for a while, and she was a nice woman who really did want to find an option other than euthanization.  I gave her the number for Best Friends and suggested she call them, but told her to call us back if they weren’t able to help.  Sigh.  The cats are 7 and 12 years old, a male and female, one nice and one not-so-nice.  I absolutely don’t want the cats to be put to sleep simply as a matter of convenience, but on the other hand, I want the opportunity to choose my pets and not to have them thrust upon me.  At least half our birds have been other people’s cast-offs, and while I’m glad we can help and offer a good home, I also love the opportunity to take my time finding a new pet of my own choosing.  I don’t think it’s terribly selfish of me to be willing to adopt a homeless cat, but to prefer to adopt a homeless cat with green eyes, or one with tortoise-shell colouring, or one with no back legs, etc.  In any case, the woman with the cats said she’d call me back, one way or another.  If she calls back and the cats still need a home, then I guess they’ll be coming to live with us.  The one nice thing about them is that they seem to be Democrats—their names are Chelsea and Jackson.

For anyone else who might be a January 5-er, here’s a special image for you from Hold the Mustard:

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Posted by Leigh-Ann on 01/04 at 07:12 PM

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