I'm not sure if I've mentioned this. But I. LOVE. animals. Like more than a person should. I am actually pretty sure I like animals more than I do most people. I am that person that cries when I drive down the street and see an animal that has been hit, while simultaneously yelling at the "hypothetical person" that hit the animal, calling them all kinds of names while screaming WHAT kind of person just hits an animal and keeps going!?!? I swerve to miss hitting squirrels, which someday will more than likely lead to me hitting another car. I will swing my car across multiple lanes if I see a stray cat/dog/racoon that I need to rescue and either find it's owner or try to convince my mister that we need to be. I talk to my fish. I even rescue earth worms from frying on the concrete in the summer. Yes, I'm serious. I return them to the dirt. By using a stick to pick them up of course, don't get me wrong, I care about them, but they're still a little gross. I used to work at a doctors office where we had a big flat-screen TV for the patients to watch while they wait. It was a butt doctor's office. You know, a gastroentrologists? Oh the stories I have, but I'm pretty sure it's against Hippa for me to divulge. If I ever meet any of you in person I'd be happy to fill your ears. You might laugh. A LOT. My friends and family sure have. Anyways, back to the TV. We couldn't get cable so we had to play DVDs. Apparently they thought it was a good idea to watch Planet Earth. Which, in theory, is a great series. Well, I worked at the front desk. And if the TV is on I can't HELP but watch. And so I did. Now, I don't know if any of you've ever watched Planet Earth, but it's all about the circle of life. Which is beautiful, I get it. But there are parts of that circle that I'd be happy to never be included in. Like the hunting and killing of sweet, cuddly little animals. I KNOW a lion needs to eat a zebra and that it will chase it's calf, but I DON'T NEED TO SEE IT!!! Goodness KNOWS I don't need to see it!!! And I KNOW a shark will prey on a baby whale when it gets seperated from its herd, but Lord HELP me I DON'T NEED TO SEE IT!!! Our poor patients would come to the front desk to check in (already having abdominal issues and not being in the bestest of moods) and I would look up and say "Hello, which (sob, hiccup) doctor (sob, sob, sob) are you here (sob, hiccup, sob, honking nose blowing) to see?" And they would look at me with a "What's wrong with the emo front desk girl?" kind-of-a look. Until finally I had to ask my office manager if we could watch some happy-go-lucky chick flicks because the violent daily killings were making me depressed. And I'm pretty sure giving our patients even more gas than they already came in with. So regarding my love for animals, y'all get the idea. Well there's a stray kitty that me and my boss feed at my work. I call him Sammy. Because I don't know if he's a girl or a boy and Sammy goes both ways. Here is mr. (or miss, but for some reason all animals are boys to me) Sammy ...
Sweet little muffin sits outside next to the bushes around 4:30, when I usually come to get his bowl. I took this picture through the window because the MINUTE I come out the door he shoots off like a rocket and hides in the closest to the set of the bushes that I put his bowl in. I SO wish he'd let me pet him, and maybe catch him so I could get him neutered so he'll stop making stray baby kitties find him a permenant home and won't have to worry about him every night it's either cold/raining/windy/misting outside. Wondering if he's warm enough or has a place to sleep or made it to his food bowl that day. However, on Friday (the snow day) some of the guys at work came in for a few hours. During those few hours I get a few emails saying "Um, Katie, I think you're feeding the wrong kind of kitty ..." along with pictures attached of ...
Heading STRAIGHT for the kitty's food! Little STINKER. How cute is he by the way? I have named him Pepe (you know, le Pew?) and if I was sure he wasn't going to raise his tail and engulf me in a permanent stink, I would probably go looking for this little guy. However, I DO know that I am feeding Sammy, because I've stayed behind to watch him eat his little bowl of food after work ... from my car of course, because he's skiddish. However, you better BELIEVE that I squat down, pull up the blinds in front of his little bush where I put his food bowl, and check to make sure there isn't a little stinker waiting in those bushes to snatch the kitty food and cover me with a new, permanently pungent perfume ... but the little guy is welcome to trot around in the parking lot all he wants. I think he's darling. In a stinky kind of way. Just call me Dr. Doolittle.
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