Atomictumor

After asking everyone we know (as well as complete strangers at yard sales and grocery stores) and being told “I’ll think about it,” we’ve decided to keep *sigh* all three cats.
We listened to mama cat search fruitlessly for her kittens all night Saturday, and some of the day Sunday.  We sent one of them home with Jdub and Dusty yesterday.  We’ve made the living room and kitchen accessible to them.  And we would feel guilty splitting them up further.  When one cat is in the living room and can’t find the others, it mews until they come.  They each have distinctive personalities, including favorite napping spots.  (Couch for Popopolese, subwoofer for Pollux nee Apollo and behind the VHSs for Castor nee Notapollo.)
We figure if we shop smart (mostly at Big Lots) we can get by on fairly cheap litter and food.  After some searching on the ‘nets, we found a place that will spay/neuter and vaccinate all three for $190.  Also, if anyone has any advice or old cat-type trappings they’d like to donate, we’d appreciate it.
Everyone here at HQ seems to be thrilled with our new family members and that makes me very happy.

OK, so last night, I had these one dream where I was bound and determined to kill myself just to show a doubtful GAC that I could do it.  Evidently I had failed to do so previously, so I wasn’t going to pussyfoot around.

I had taken some sort of 5 minute super death pill, lit myself on fire, and stuck my head in a cleverly McGyvered up guillotine made out of a rolling pin, blade, and laundry basket.  GAC pushed down on the rolling pin with the bored expression of somebody who has better things to do with her time, and I then woke up.

Saying “What the hell was that?”

Seems like there was something else about people being tied to tetherball poles, but I don’t remember much of that so I’m going to gloss over it…