WTF!!!

Trip was missing when I got home and Sparky was just thrilled to death. Catarina was also gone but figured she wouldn't stay away long. But Trip I worried about. Just because he has diarrea Sparky thinks it is ok to throw him literally outside when he runs inside. Well this morning I gave him more medicine and I told Sparky that Trip should be fine later on. Around 10:00 pm I heard crying outside, in pain, I'm hurt crying. There he was outside, cold as hell and unable to walk on his fron right paw, and a bit of difficulty walking on his left front paw as well. So I picked him up and examined him and it was clear he's been attacked by a dog. You could tell where his fur was all pulled and matted , where he had been in a dogs mouth. His front toes were all cut up and there is pain in the front legs but there aren't any broken bones that I can tell. His belly and tail are sore too. I was not about to leave him outside in the cold, especially when he's been attacked. The dogs were sniffing him like dogs do when something real bad has happened to an animal, they know...So trip is in Erins rooom, she's not home, but there's a sign on her door and Trip is isolated with food and litter box where he can recover in peace. I will be here till noon tomorrow and Sparky better not even think of touching that cat and I will be sure Chloe and Hannah tell me if he does. I have a real hard time with people who are mean to animals. I am fed up with Sparky and his stupid comments "well I really don't like cats he he he..." Like I told him before well, this is my house and I really don't give 2 shits and a fuck what you like...he he he!" I am done with him, I am tired of keeping calm and staying centered, Shit, I am only human and he has crossed the line with Trip. Now he didn't attack him, I know that the neighbors dog did but I wouldn't be surprised if Sparky didn't drop him over the fence like he joked about doing. My gut tells me that is what happened. So if he says one word tomorrow we are going to have words. Then we'll see who's shittin, I can promise you it won't be me or the cat. Once I am done with sparky he will not dare to open his mouth or do anything wrong towards anyone in the family. He will be verbally castrated, trust me...I just don't see how he justifies even throwing a kitten. The more I write the more pissed I get.

Ok... time for some humor...on a lighter note I came home and there was a picture of Jesus pinned to my bedroom door. I figured it was from Nancy and Becca, I didn't take it off the door and read the other side until they asked if I had. So I did and on the back they had written "Jesus says, shave your bush." yep that's my daughters humor these days. So I walked by and told them "tell Jesus I wax" It was funny. You had to be there.

Becca can't remember Sparky's name to save her life and she kept caliing him Skipper. It was pretty funny. His real name is Tim, but I made up the name Sparky, Erin calls him Old Man River, and now Becca and Nancy call him Skipper. Pretty funny...

The Nancy and Tonya found a Ken doll on the bus bench, the beach one with the curly blond hair. They named it Ruffino and gave it to Chloe who thinks it is the ugliest thing ever. They dyed his hair green with food coloring but that was a big mess and I washed him up. Then they recently cut his hair into a mohawk and drew all sorts of signs and swastikas on him and called him skin head Ken. It was the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen. They don't like shit like that so I think they were making fun of an acquaintance. Then MaryJane my lab got ahold of him and ate him so Ruffino is no more...

For awhile though we'd joke around and put ruffino under erins covers on her pillow and shit, and she would scream and throw him in to the hallway.

A few years ago at Christmas we had a party and every one had to bring a gag gift, and do a white elephant gift exchange. It was funny as hell. I got the blow up male doll, I brought it home and blew it up and the girls had a time with him, they took him everywhere with them. It was hysterical.

I was outside sitting talking to Shannon while she was smoking a cigarrette and it was actually pretty chilly out. I run around in short sleeves when it is in the 50's and 60's, but at night in the desert it get pretty cold. It feels colder than it actually is and it kind chills you to the bone. I came in and made some hot chocolateto warm up. I was surprised. Of course I was out in short sleeves and barefoot.
Now that we've established that we have a wierd sense of humor here, I will go to bed
Hugs,
Maria