Bitter, without the sweet.

McCain sure is a smug bastard, now isn't he? Oh, sorry. Did I say that out loud? Yes. I did. And I'll say it again. SMUG. BASTARD. What is this? Grade school? You can't even wait your fucking turn?

And Jesus Christ... WHAT HAPPENED TO TOM BROKAW? Did he have one snifter too many or what?!

Now that's out of the way, Ms. Marbles is with her new family. I worked my ass off to find her a home, so I hope she behaves herself. I found a home for Lord Shropshire a couple of weeks ago, so all's well there. Just need to find a place for the yard boss.

I gotta tell ya, these last couple of weeks have been rough. Selling our house. Finding a new one. Frantically searching for homes for three senior cats. I am stressed the fuck out, people. Emotionally drained. I'm so ready to be in the new house, unpacked and settled in.

Pardon me, but Mitt Romney can take his "American ideals and values" and shove them up his ass. Not everyone is a bible-thumping, gun-toting Joe the plumber.

Did I say that out loud?

Where was I? Yes, two of my kitties now have new homes. And I think I have a foster home for the last one, which will buy me some more time to find her a permanent home. I know some of you asked why I had to give all of them up when only one was causing problems. There is no short answer to that. Only a long one. One I don't care to go into because it's complicated. A double edged sword. A stale mate. Like so many other things in mine and my husband's relationship. Did I want to get rid of any of them? No. But I had to pick my battle wisely. I decided to focus on giving them a fighting chance instead talking until I was blue in the face. News flash: no one was listening.

Do I feel it's unfair. Absolutely. To the cats and to me. I could go on and on about how unfair it is. But I won't. You know why? Because karma is a bitch. What comes around goes around. And when mine comes around, ain't no one gonna to be able to say shit about it. Praise Jesus!

Okay, I am officially starting to panic.

I should be excited about the move to our new house, but I'm more anxious about finding homes for the cats. I found a home for one, a friend of mine who I know and trust, but I still can't help but feeling sad and uneasy. Sad because, well, you know, and uneasy because what if it doesn't work out? Is he going to jump all over stuff? Is he going to like my friend? The new place? What if he accidentally gets outside and gets lost? And on and on.

I can't think about that, though, because I HAVE to find homes for the other two. I've been asking, emailing, bugging everyone I know every day for the last two weeks and nothing has panned out. I've even resorted to craigslist. Craigslist is good for finding freebies and unloading your junk, but finding a home for a couple of cats? I don't know about that. I've read and heard about the pet scams that go on there. About how people pretend to be trustworthy and then turn around and sell your pet to laboratories and shit. But, I'm desperate. So if it means checking references, asking grilling questions and going to check out their place, then I'll do it. I'm just running out of time. Something needs to happen now.