Internets, Sabine. Sabine, Internets.

That’s Sabine, my current ward. She’s belongs to two lovely co-workers of mine who are in Denver this week at the Opera America conference. She has hyperthyroidism (the same thing that my Skipper, my parent’s feline, had and nearly killed him.) Well versed with the illness, I’ve been hired to cat & house sit ’til the 16th.

What’s really awesome about this disease? The “full” button in the brain shuts off. They eat and eat and eat and eat and eat and eat without ever getting full and then projectile vomit on anything valuable or upholstered. It’s quite exceptional. Their food consumption has to be very closely monitored because they can’t do it themselves.

Vomit cleanup count to date: 2 1/2.  The most recent time there were two splotches; one on paper (yay!) and the other? It was perfectly aimed onto the white part of the rug. Thanks be to Jeebus for Resolve carpet cleaner.

More to come.

My big sister.

I’m not talking about Victor. or Samantha for that matter.

My theta big sister, Lara, funny enough, is from Portland. She’s lived in Pittsburgh for the last few years and has now moved to sunny San Jose.

I was voicing my concern about becoming too granola since moving out west. She assured me that, thanks to the chemicals from the NJ Turnpike, my east coast soul would not go organic.

This is her reaction to my AIM away message.

lara (4:13:18 PM): “big im not granola am i?”

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Auto Response from Me (4:13:18 PM): walking to yoga.

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lara (4:13:23 PM): see above

lara (4:13:23 PM):

Crap. After walking home from yoga, I ate organic trail mix.