Yesterday I had the back door open, as usual, to let the cats go in/out as they please (otherwise I get to play the Door Game all day long). I went to get the mail and was perusing it while sitting on the couch when Missy comes trotting in. Then I noticed the CHIPMUNK she was sort of herding around – not exactly a chase at that point, more of a chipmunk roundup if you will. Both she and the varmint were right in front of me – comin’ right at me – and I let out a yelp. The chipmunk jumped up, Missy jumped up and I jumped up and then the varmint ran to the corner at the front door with Missy in hot pursuit.
So, I yelled at Missy, “Oh my god I’m gonna KILL you! Bernie would never let this happen!”, meanwhile the varmint is running behind my couch. Great. I got the trashcan in case I could catch it, but it kept scampering about. My yelling freaked Missy out so she retreated to the hall to observe at a safe distance. I got the broom and a flashlight and started looking around and found that the chipmunk was now behind the speaker in the corner. Finally, I opened the front door and chased the chipmunk from the corner and the last time I saw it, it was running along the baseboard towards the door. I never saw it leave, but it obviously did since further searching revealed nothing. Either that or its living in my front closet or something. ::sigh:: It was an exciting 5 minute chase, I can tell you that! LOL
I tossed Missy out and left her out for a few hours (this is punishment for her). She was traumatized by being yelled at – she hates being yelled at. She sat stock still on the back porch for about half an hour. I guess she was trying to be good or something. ? Who knows with cats.
Today I am in a very weird headspace. I’m on edge and have a hair trigger. I also feel like crying for no particular reason. All I can figure is it’s the lack of certainty right now that’s getting to me. I’ve got 2 big gigs that may or may not happen. I’ve got 2 clients who owe me money and may or may not pay in a timely fashion. I want my fucking studio, which is tied to one of the gigs. My body feels weird for the third week in a row. The election, the economy, everything. I’m just…off.
In any case, I’m more irritable than usual (if that’s even possible) so don’t bug me with inconsequential bullshit. Save it for when I’m in a better humour.