Strange happenings
The last month has been as much of a roller coaster as any I can remember in my life. We "sold" our house, then dropped out of escrow. We've packed and made plans and reservations for moving out, only to have to start marketing our house all over. Phoebe used the potty for the first time by herself (mark the date--October 30, 2004) and has begun using words all the time. Her latest, "treat", thanks to "trick or treating" Halloween. I totally had a mini-breakdown Thursday, full panic attack mode, calling work and just telling them I wouldn't be in until Monday. We found homes for the rest of our cats, very sad to say bye to Molly.
Today itself is not without its worries and levity. I got a call from a guy that had seen our ad trying to place Molly and Idgie, our cats. I told them they had already been placed and he says, "oh, good for you, but that's not what I was really calling about." He goes on to ask if I'm knowledgeable about cats and pump me for information on training his cat to not eat his parrots and how neutering would or wouldn't change his cats personality. That...was...weird.