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Non-weekendy stuff
My weekend was entirely devoid of interesting stuff.
Well, I picked up a dead cat off the road when I came home Friday night after the Neil Gaiman signing, but decided not to include that in a recount of the day's accounts, it seemed like too much of a downer.
The kitty in question was in the middle of the road almost directly in front of the house, and because even when dead I dislike to see animals turned into pulp on the asphalt, I donned a pair of surgical gloves and moved the kitty to the side of the road in the grass. The kitty was well and truly dead, or else I'd have been in the car to the vet, I think rigor was starting to set in too. Plus I think part of it's brains were also on the asphalt as well... but it was fairly dark so I was unsure whether it was just globs of blood or other matter.
Poor kitty :(
I have actually been in a car and run over a cat. I wasn't the one driving though, I was hitching a ride home with one of the chef's from my cousin's restaurant that I used to work at. We didn't get out of the car to inspect that one... doing over 80km/h and hearing at two distinct thumps when the front and back wheels went over it we decided it was most likely deader than dead. Dave apparantly was impressed that I didn't scream/squeal/cry or do random other girly things. I'm just not a girly-girl... and while hitting a cat was a horrifying experience (as a cat owner/lover) I'm down to earth enough to know when something is going to be far beyond salvaging.
When working at that self-same restaurant I once found another cat almost in front of the restaurant on the way home, also one I gently moved to the side of the road. Also not breathing, though he looked asleep, no visual trauma anywhere. He was gone the next day, so I'm not sure if his owners found him in the grass on the side of the road, or if he miraculously awoke to go home again.
Cars and busy roads suck.
Last night tv was boring as usual so I put on a dvd and watched Paul Newman and Elizabeth Taylor in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, based on the Tennessee Willliams play. It's been a while since I last saw that movie, and it surprised me that I was noticing a lot of things that just hadn't struck the same kind of chord in me that they did now. Funny what a few years and a load of family issues will do to make you see things differently. And not that my family wasn't dysfunctional then, just on a different level, or maybe my thought patterns were just operating differently and different things were resonating with me at the time.
And I guess that's one of the things that makes this movie resonate a lot with me, even if it's an oldie, I just recognise too many of the little dysfunctional idiosyncracies in the family.
Well, I picked up a dead cat off the road when I came home Friday night after the Neil Gaiman signing, but decided not to include that in a recount of the day's accounts, it seemed like too much of a downer.
The kitty in question was in the middle of the road almost directly in front of the house, and because even when dead I dislike to see animals turned into pulp on the asphalt, I donned a pair of surgical gloves and moved the kitty to the side of the road in the grass. The kitty was well and truly dead, or else I'd have been in the car to the vet, I think rigor was starting to set in too. Plus I think part of it's brains were also on the asphalt as well... but it was fairly dark so I was unsure whether it was just globs of blood or other matter.
Poor kitty :(
I have actually been in a car and run over a cat. I wasn't the one driving though, I was hitching a ride home with one of the chef's from my cousin's restaurant that I used to work at. We didn't get out of the car to inspect that one... doing over 80km/h and hearing at two distinct thumps when the front and back wheels went over it we decided it was most likely deader than dead. Dave apparantly was impressed that I didn't scream/squeal/cry or do random other girly things. I'm just not a girly-girl... and while hitting a cat was a horrifying experience (as a cat owner/lover) I'm down to earth enough to know when something is going to be far beyond salvaging.
When working at that self-same restaurant I once found another cat almost in front of the restaurant on the way home, also one I gently moved to the side of the road. Also not breathing, though he looked asleep, no visual trauma anywhere. He was gone the next day, so I'm not sure if his owners found him in the grass on the side of the road, or if he miraculously awoke to go home again.
Cars and busy roads suck.
Last night tv was boring as usual so I put on a dvd and watched Paul Newman and Elizabeth Taylor in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, based on the Tennessee Willliams play. It's been a while since I last saw that movie, and it surprised me that I was noticing a lot of things that just hadn't struck the same kind of chord in me that they did now. Funny what a few years and a load of family issues will do to make you see things differently. And not that my family wasn't dysfunctional then, just on a different level, or maybe my thought patterns were just operating differently and different things were resonating with me at the time.
And I guess that's one of the things that makes this movie resonate a lot with me, even if it's an oldie, I just recognise too many of the little dysfunctional idiosyncracies in the family.