I'm mostly recovered today. I was so tense be the end of yesterday that it felt like every muscle in my body was in spasm. So much for yoga, right? I proceeded to have two pickled eggs and four rum and cokes for dinner, which not my proudest moment. It was the first time in my whole life I have been drunk alone. Poor Tim came home to a sobbing, tipsy, bloodied and thoroughly discouraged girlfriend last night.
The thing is Prudence isn't a bad cat, she's just not a good one. She freaked out like she did because she was cornered, and didn't want to leave here. I understand that. I'm just not sure anyone else will. She's going to be a lot of work, and take a lot of understanding. She's more of a project than a pet. I'm worried for her, and I'm not sure how this is going to work out. But in happier news, not only did the man who was mauled yesterday not sue us, today he actually adopted one of the other cats through our organization. Kind of renews your faith in people doesn't it?
My sister and niece joined us at the pub tonight. We had to leave early to go to Bruster's, as I have infected them with my ice cream cravings. Mwah ha ha.
