Friday, Friday

It's Friday y'all. I've had a long crazy week. It's only 2 pm and I feel like it is 6pm already. It seems as if the Universe itself is aligning to help me feel better after last weekend's emotional upheaval. Mr Bunny has been on his best behavior which is definitely not his norm. I'm making some progress on my project at school and I was able to pay all my bills this month without help from my fam. So all in all pretty good. I'm still worried about my friend, but there isn't anything else I can do. I call her cell everyday when I get home from school. Sometimes she answers, sometimes she doesn't. I'm not sure which is worse. Talking to her and hearing how far she is from her normal sane self or not talking to her and wondering if she is hurt. And this too shall pass! My little two year old nephew learned how to speed dial me this week. So I did receive a call at 1:30 in the morning because he woke up in the middle of the night while everyone was asleep and decided to call me. It would have been 11:30 his time.
Another cute thing that happened this week is that I had a kitten for 3 days. Growing up I always had cats and I do miss that. On Tuesday morning when I came back from Bootcamp there was a little black and white kitten sitting on my porch. He was a little skittish when I leaned down to pet him, but he came around. I noticed he was very skinny and pretty dirty. I ran inside and got him some lunchmeat and water. He ate it and then ran into the bushes. So that evening when I returned home I looked for him. Sure enough he was sleeping under a neighbor's car. I gave him a little more water and the last of my lunchmeat. I doubted he would eat Mr. Bunny's food. On Wednesday I asked my neighbors if he belonged to them, but noone knew where he came from. Wednesday night I made tuna casserole for dinner. It wasn't that good becuase I used soy milk instead of regular milk. Oh well, by the time it was finished I was starving so I ate it. Well Thursday morning the little kitten, who by this time I was calling Oreo, was waiting on my doorstep again. I figured he could eat some of the tuna casserole. I know it's not the optimum meal for a cat, but hey it's better than air-bisquits. Well Oreo didn't think so. A starving cat won't even eat my cooking. Classic! He looked at me like I was trying to poison him. Times like this I miss my baby brother because he would have eaten it. Of course he would only be doing it because A) he didn't have to make it and B) he would need to be accurate in his description when he retold the story about how nasty it was! Well apparently it was nasty enough for Oreo to find a better place to get his meals. I haven't seen him since he decided tuna casserole was not for him.