It's almost been a week since I had to put down Buddy, our very old cat. I was sad the day it happened, but since then, I've been fine. I now sleep through the night without waking 2-3 times to a panicked kitty. He was so sweet. But, this year I've had a few friends who lost their spouses or siblings. Losing a cat pales in comparison to that. And my cat probably had it better than most children in the world. He was fed and had a warm house to sleep in.

I've been working a lot lately. I like to work but then I get behind on the home front. I worked an extra day this week for a guy who went out of town. I should say kid, really. He's 18, doesn't own a car and only has a permit. I can't believe he was hired without a current driver's license. And he dresses up in a furry costume, like a mascot you would see for a university. Doesn't that seem strange to you? I'm not sure what he does when he's dressed up. He said he walked around down town at night. Strange. Anyway, I worked the day he flew out and he took his furry costume in a big, plastic container. Seriously?

We're dog sitting for the weekend. The dog is huge. He's the same breed as Lilly, but male and gigantic. He's a sweetie but I caught him on his hind legs with his front legs on the kitchen counter licking the butter. Needless to say, we won't be eating that butter! Lilly isn't tall enough to do that so I hadn't thought to make sure stuff wasn't too close to the edge. It should be an interesting few days...