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When I was in college there was one summer I decided to live at my father's house until classes started up again. My mom and I didn't really get along for various reasons and my dad moved out when I was in elementary school. I got along well with his wife (at the time, they've since divorced) and my stepsister and I were close. I thought it might be fun for a change. Boy, was I wrong!

One day my dad had a few drinks (or 6?) and yelled at me over something really trivial. I was emotional due to it being that time of the month and started to cry because he was really nasty about it. The next thing I know he calls me a CUNT (and loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear it). I left the house, after calling my best friend to come and pick me up, and hid by the bushes out front of the house.

I didn't return until the evening. By then my father was really wasted and crying and all emotional. He said he'd been out looking for me (a lie btw) and was all upset. I can't remember what I said but I do remember I was pissed and knew whatever I said wouldn't be remembered the next day anyway.  I think I told him he was an asshole or something along those lines.

I guess I forgave since it was a few years ago now...okay 7? But when your own father calls you something like that, it's not easily forgotten.

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My brother found something online that states my grandfather was going to run for the constable position in my hometown--in 2006--when he turned 80! He was supposed to run for the position in March 2007....but that's when he died.

Anyway, like my brother said, my grandfather never ceases to amaze me. He was active in the community up until his death. He volunteered for Meals On Wheels, taught people basic computer skills and other things at the town senior center and he also helped people learn english by spending time with them and having basic conversations.

I miss him.

Oh, and Im catching up with my Uncle Stephen, an older brother of my father. We've never talked before, not that I can recall as I was too young, and he's great! Been married 37 years and has 4 children...so more cousins:)

My kitties turn 3 today! <3 I didn't really buy anything special since they have all these new toys I haven't taken out from Christmas (Will's Mom gets them a stocking). So I opened up the toy drawer and took out two new balls and a new fur mouse. Well, Victor went insane over one of the balls. He carried it everywhere in his mouth this morning but I could not catch it on film. He was running around, throwing it in the air and batting it so he could chase after it. We also played fetch with it and he would growl if Victoria went near it, so he was a little protective of his new toy.

I fed them wet food this morning, which I normally don't, so that was a treat and it was the new flavor I found of Wellness Cat Food. I also gave them treats.

It's hard to believe I've had them almost 3 years come June. Pam knew I was very sad about Troy passing away and then suddenly she wanted me to foster a litter of kittens. I didn't think I'd be able to keep any of them but then it all happened and I got two great cats. They both have completely different personalities. Victor is what I'd always hoped I would get in a cat--friendly, funny, dog-like, vocal, my shadow and understanding (a lot like our cat BK when I was growing up). but Victoria is also sweet and great in her own ways, she will sit on my lap when Victor is not a lap cat at all. She also lets me hold her and she purrs, so she actually wants me to hold her. She also is vocal but her voice is scratchy and cute. She also gives me space! Victor, on the otherhand, is very needy. He'll sit and meow at me and has to be with me in the bathroom, either laying by my feet or sitting on the sink rubbing heads. Victor likes to be chased, Victoria likes to be cuddled. I got the best of both worlds, a cat that likes to play and a cat that likes to snuggle:)

Anyway, this is also a chance for me to post a million photos. All have been posted at one time or another. but this one is from tonight, I can't get a good photo of them together! I have some, under the cut too, but Victor is the alpha cat and he always tries to take over these days.

Day #44 (yeah, I forgot 43, don't ask):



You can see all their food to their food to the left, they eat under the kitchen sink, which is like a big bath tub.

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All grown up but used to be little:

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At 2:30am I was awoken by stomach pains. I went to check on Victoria and she seemed better, purring and being friendly. That was a relief. Then I had more pains around 8:30am, so I finally got up, showered, then called out from work. I called a nurse at my doctor's office, left a message and was able to be seen a few hours later (pretty impressive but it helps that it's a Monday as well).

All in all there wasn't much they could do for me. They think, at least for now, that I am dealing with some sort of gastritis or gastroenteritis--honestly I forget which. and they told me to take pepcid AC. I have taken one after I bought some after my appointment and it didn't do anything. I still feel nauseated right now and my stomach hurts:( It hurts more than it did during my appointment, which I said to the doctors that it would get worse as the day went by.

I really hope this clears up soon because it's awful:( I'd rather be puking or something because then I might have some relief:(

and I made an appointment for Victoria for Thursday. She was back under the bed again earlier. Then she seemed better but I would rather have her seen by the vet then have something happen....

:(