Cleaning Up My Act/Spring Has Sprung

OK, a small break in all the poopy talk. Or maybe not. I guess I shall just have to see what happens here, ya never know where the mind is gonna take me.

I am at work, the phones are slow, we are just waiting to see what happens, who shows up. I am feeling very sassy today, or as Pam, my boss calls it, saucy. Saucy/Sassy, Sassy/Saucy. Same diff.

I have made my phone calls, trying to find freight, I have even called the ones that "hate" me, I am feeling THAT sassy today! (They don't really hate me, err, at least I hope they don't)

Nada. Work with me here people! I can't blog for hours! I have already regaled my co-workers with a roommate anecdote. I don't feel like playing internet marbles. It is almost time to eat my breakfast of sour grapes. Literal, not figurative. Serious, they are damn sour.

Oh! I know! The Killing has begun! That means spring is nearly here. My co-dependant cat disappeared for a short while this morning while I was getting ready for work. She got tired of me "footing" her out of my way, so she went out the window. The window in my bedroom, that has the little kitty door I made, and down the stepladder I have positioned strategically for her convenience in negotiating the transition from inside to outside. So she has gone outside. She is no longer under my feet. Good. Then back in she comes, and has brought in a harbinger of spring for me! A Vole! Perfect! Lucky for me, the vole has already expired, so I could pick it up by it's teeny weenie little tail, and fling it to it's new resting place out the front door in the snow.

I mean, have you ever tried to pick a live vole up by it's tail? It is frightening! It flips around and contorts itself to try to BITE you! The nerve! The audacity! I know of what I speak!

On the one hand, I am happy that she brought the vole in, for I know that spring is on it's way, and Gawd knows, I abhor winter. But on the other hand, I know that this also means that more killing will follow. Birds, mice, voles, and my favorite (alive) and least favorite (dead), the baby bunnies.

Sigh! I endured the heart thumping terror last spring of waking up out of a dead sleep to the sound of a huge thumping commotion in my bathroom. When I get up to check, I see this large furry rodent (A RAT???) jumping around behind my trash basket and the toilet. I finally realize it is a baby bunny (Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!), so I pick the wee thing up to save it from the cats claws and fangs, and the little thing starts sounding off just like a smoke alarm. What a sound!!!!

Well, that was just the beginning of the baby bunnies that appeared in my bedroom last spring. There must have been a total of at least 5. It was late in the fall when they stopped arriving.

My favorite bunny was the one I put in Pipers bedroom for her to photograph. She was so confused! I woke HER up out of a dead sleep. Later, Piper and Zoe took the bunny to the vet. Lucky for the bunny! The rest of the bunnies were not that lucky. I just returned them to the wild, to fend for themselves. I can be brutal like that.

OK, not much else is coming out of the brain here, I may just go play marbles after all.

Boring.