My little cereal killer

No, I didn't spell that wrong.

Here's Jake in his Halloween costume:







Making the blood spatter was very soothing.

Goodbye, my Babyface

I had to put kitty-boy to sleep. It was cancer in his abdomen. And on one of his adrenal glands. And something with his intestine that I can't remember the name of but it means it was telescoping in on itself.

Scootch is the first cat that was really mine. I got him in December of 1989, when I was 21 and he was a mere 5 weeks old. I love him immensely and it's been heartbreaking to see him declining so much in this past year. He's been a very good kitty-boy. I will miss him tremendously.

So, Kitty's in hospital tonight

Been having tummy troubles yesterday and today. Brought him to doctor this afternoon, and they've kept him for tests and treatment tonight. His health has been deteriorating for quite some time. I'm not sure if he'll be coming back home.

Conversation with my boss yesterday:

Me (calling boss on the phone from my desk):
Hey, it's me. I have a question. Is there any good reason why a PCC app should be in the Exception queue? (Knowing that we have an ongoing problem with stuff being sent there that shouldn't be there, and PCC should NEVER be there.)

Him: *pause*

Him: You know what's funny?

Me: What?

Him: You know that commercial where the guy is at work at the office, and he's working with all monkeys? That's funny.

Me: Yes. Yes, it is.