Marvin is getting poor Henry right now; he stayed overnight at the vet. His little cat leg is not broken--he has an abcess. Which means someone bit him (THREE TIMES!) and he got an infection. Now, it could have been one of the cats here when they were playing, but there's also an orange cat he spars with outside.
Winston is friends with this orange cat, so I don't know why Henry isn't. Is it because Winston and the orange cat are both stripy? Is Henry a white supremacist? Are Winston and Henry gay, and the orange cat is interfering with their love?
Perhaps I have too much time on my hands.
Anyway, $400 later, he had to be sedated and given an IV of antibiotics for his pain and fever and also shaved and drained, which I'm sure will be pretty.
In the meantime, hey, did I mention I went to our nation's capitol? Unless you are reading this in another country, and you're all, no, you were in Dublin?
I have no idea if Dublin is the capitol of Ireland or not. Hi, Faithful Reader Gra. And will you send me your address so I can mail you your inflatable fruitcake or whatever you won whenever you won it?
At any rate, here is Sleeping Beauty in front of the Capitol Building. And right here is where we lost her boyfriend in the ridiculous crowd at that rally. Because what people? Holy mother of pearl. And do we continue to think we're funny, with the always showing Sleeping Beauty asleep? Who adore themselves?
Despite the hundreds of thousands of people, everyone was pretty nice and said, "Excuse me" and so forth, but I'll tell you what. We could not hear or see a thing. I mean, other than other people. It's not like we were hearing total silence. Can you hear total silence?
So we went to a nearby pub and watched the whole thing on their TV. I know! But we were with a big crowd there who had done the same thing, so it was still exciting and fun.
But here's the thing. I realize I have become Southern. Which, I know to actual Southerners I will never be Southern because I was not born here. But we had walked a long damn-ass way to the rally, then again to the pub, and it was packed, and we stood at the bar to watch the TV, and there were MEN sitting in the chairs.
I stood there fully expecting that at any minute, the men would see us and offer their chairs. And they DIDN'T! And I know you're gonna tell me that Washington, D.C. is the South, but trust me. It isn't. People do not wave when they pass each other. Because they would be waving all the time. And no one says "ma'am" or "sir."
Anyway, those men never offered their chairs. And I was getting SO MAD. Then two more chairs opened up, and two YOUNG men RACED to get them! I was appalled. Chivalry is dead.
Then yesterday morning, I had to take the subway to the train station because Sleeping Beauty ran the Marine Corps marathon, and a nice man with luggage offered me his seat. His bag read Georgia.
He was my people.
Finally, I did want to tell you I cheated while I was there.
I met a Mastiff. His ridiculous name is Pickles. Who loved him more than life itself? Who weighs 190 pounds? No, not me, you dick. And you know what's smart? Sticking your face in a giant strange dog's face.
Also wrestling with a 190-pound dog.
He WOOFED and the whole floor shook.
Anyway. Want a Mastiff now. How do you think that request is going to go?
Okay, must attend to old bald-armed Henry now.
