The apartment "business office" has a couple of computers with internet access. It's not faultless in that there's no security that I can see--I have to manually delete the cache, passwords, cookies and autocompletes and there's probably some freakin' something I'm missing. BUT, at least it's a computer I don't have to drive to. Thank goodness. Their internet had been down for quite some time and I'd given up on them.
My repaint was only at $24 yesterday--NOT good! I'll have to send around another message tomorrow: "Ending today! Going cheap! No reserve!" to try to drum up some bids. And y'know, if she goes for some ridiculously low amount, I'll stop the auction and fucking keep her for myself. Those dolls are a lot of work. Oh wait, eBay might have some restrictions in regards to stopping auctions, I'll have to check. And also, I'd lose the listing fee, which is substantial because I have her in the "featured" thing. She's up against some stiff competition; lots of reknown artists, which I ain't, are selling right now.
I wanted to show a picture of a kitty who stole my heart last autumn. I'd been feeding a colony of strays at my complex for a while. They consisted of Gray Kitty, a silver tabby who's the mother of Newman, Peep and Missy; Gray Kitty's sister, a white, blue-eyed cat who was deaf; and a juvenile white kitten from Gray Kitty's previous litter. The two white cats used to hang around together; maybe the younger looked out for her deaf aunt. Well, sho 'nuff, some asshole complained about them and animal control was called. The deaf cat was taken away from what I can gather. Shortly thereafter, the little white cat started appearing at my building, clear at the other end of the complex. She was terribly thin and scared to death. It took me a few days, but I cajoled her into my apartment and she never showed any inclination to go back outside. She even let me pet and bathe her. I tentatively named her Bijou, French for "little jewel."
I wound up giving her to my next-door neighbors, who already had a cat and those two got along famously. But then after a couple of weeks, they took her in to the vet where she tested positive for feline leukemia and was put to sleep. I still miss that little darling and I wish I'd kept her. I wanted to help her and it turned out that I was no help at all. I hope she can forgive me.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:37 AM
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