Ever tried giving a tiny kitten a large syringe full of thick, bitter goo? Wasn’t pretty. I hate this vet. I mean, how, how is that supposed to be possible? In some "magic" way the young kitten is to sit still and bottom's up? I nearly marched down to them at 7:20 a., in my jammies that were caked in yellow goo carrying the wee thing by the neck. YOU try. Its like trying to flick a paper clip into a vending machine slot from 10 feet away. That’s the likelihood. And of course its crucial, life-threatening. "Nay, have FAIF in yourseff, Yoo can git it in 'er", the women told me as I walked out yesterday with two magic-marker sized syringes. They are done. I'm angry kitten-mom. She is perfect. They are ignorant.

Been two delicious work-meltdowns here. Somehow I find it exhilirating to overhear a heated disagreement. Heated! Voices were raised, no one backed down, there was rage! Somehow it seems so comical to me.

Except when its your own. My personal meltdown last week I didnt think was very comical at all. I was so frustrated I threw a... baby tee. Very unsatisfying. It sort of shot off in orbit and abruptly took a south turn, landing it back near my feet. Pfffft.