3 Bad Things, 1 Horrible Apple and 1 Good Boy

Ah. Even the Hub is in a bad mood today, which is really saying something. He is NEVER in a bad mood.

First, Winky Spot is really gone. Either he is meticulously spreading his seed around the neighborhood (house cat by house cat) or he is dead or he is sitting at the pound wondering why I forgot to put his collar back on the last time I bathed him. Now, I like my cat. Notice, I said like. Because he was feral when I snatched him from under Mary Ann's house as a tween and because he spent the first two months in the laundry room rehabilitating from worms and bacterial infections, he never really, fully domesticated. He was prone to playing Wolverine with my ankles when he should have been snuggling in my lap. He liked to crap on the Bub's bed. He liked to howl at top volume in the wee hours of the night. He liked to jump on the table during dinner and drink the Bub's milk from his glass. He was nasty like that. Basically, he stank at being man's next-best-friend. But, I do miss him. I miss that my wrists don't have any stinging cat scratches on them that bleed every time I wash the dishes. I miss the new and annoying canals that were pierced daily into my leather couch. I miss having to clean the kitty litter box twice a day. I'm sorry I won't be spending $150 to get his balls taken care of so he can infirm in my bed for a week and attack my face in the night. Basically, I miss the son-of-a-bitch, despite all his (MANY) flaws.

Second, Wiggle II is really screwed but is taking it like a man. One leg is totally lame. He keeps it clutched next to his chest. He tries in vain to fly up to a perch. He spends his days hobbling around on the cage floor. Those birds have been nothing but a delight as far as pets go, so I have way more sympathy for his situation. Snow White dotes over him and snuggles and talks to him all day. It's a broken love, but it's still good. One more reason to hate cats.

Third, they posted the Cash for Clunkers rules today, and after all the time and research and effort the Hub's put into the deal, it looks like our clunker might be exactly three months too old to act as a trade in. Really, we could probably sell the Wagoneer for $2000, so we are only talking about losing $2,500... but still. It's the principal of the thing. They've been touting that eligible cars can't be older than 25 years, and seeing as the car is a 1984 model, we thought we were in... But now they are saying date of manufacture, and for the most part cars are built the year before they are sold. So the Hub is pretty heart broken. It doesn't mean that we won't buy the new car. It just means we won't feel like we're getting as good of a deal.

Fourth, and the most horrible of all... it looks like the monster who raped my mother's best friend and then stabbed her 41 times and set fire to her house is pleading NOT GUILTY. As in I-N-N-O-C-E-N-T. We assume he 's gonna claim that a six foot tall... 60-something mother of five who was an amazing woman from an amazing family with more class that he has in his pinkie toe... got off the phone with her sweet and loving boyfriend of more than a year and then somehow managed to have consensual sex with a five foot tall, trailer park, white trash 30-something hillbilly STRANGER and then within the hour managed, coincidentally, to get herself raped and murdered by another unidentified party before a neighbor saw smoke and called 911. No doubt his scumbag lawyers will spin her in a terrible light, and then, inevitably go on to ROT IN HELL FOR ALL ETERNITY! But hey, it's all speculation at this point and we're all innocent until proven guilty, right?

Whatever.

I just hope that when that fucker dies he ends up in hell with Winky Spot for a house cat. Good thing the Bub is absolutely adorable because otherwise this day would've both sucked and blown, simultaneously.