Here kitty, kitty.

So, get this. Two people in my department called in today because their kids’ daycares are closed. You’re joking, right? Cause there’s only, like, four inches of snow on the ground. I probably won’t even shovel my driveway. Pussies.

Speaking of pussies. I’ve seriously had it with our male cat. He’s a little bastard. He’s always terrorizing one of our females. She’s teeny tiny and just the sweetest thing ever and every chance he gets he traps her in a corner and bullies the shit out of her. It’s a total battered wife situation. She loves him so much and all he does is beat her up. Last night he had her trapped underneath the couch. Pinned down with his claws. She was screaming for help so loud, I dropped what I was doing and flew down the stairs to break it up. Usually he’s satisfied with a hiss and a few growls from her, but this time, this time he must have lost a lot of money at the casino because he was out for blood. Even after I yelled at him, he kept right on going. I had to physically push him off her. And then he had the nerve to puff up at me. Fucker.

Soapie, the little one he picks on, lives her life in constant turmoil. She has anxiety that needs to be controlled with medication. I used to think it was because it was a dominance thing between her and the other female, but last night it hit me like a ton of bricks. She’s scared shitless of him. And she has nowhere to hide. I used to think we’d have to find a new home for her, but the more I think about it, the more I think we should find a new home for him.