Oh my God, I’m so exited that it’s going to rain all day today! I’ve already checked the weather and it should be a gusher! I LOVE the sound rain make on my whiter-trash house. There is nothing like the sound of a downpour on a rubber roof! #RainyDaysAndSundaysNeverGetMeDown
Am I the only person who thought that the cheering, clapping, whistling at René’s funeral was highly inappropriate? I’m not sure why they were playing Celine Dion songs during the funeral at different times… It just seemed more than odd to me that there was her music playing, cheering and whistling and clapping, and a stylist to jump in and fix Celine Dion’s and her children’s apparel at different stages of their walk behind the casket. It seemed to me more like a media event than a funeral. I am so disappointed. Why she allowed news cameras into something so personal is beyond me. I cannot imagine what she’s going through, but I also do not understand why her husband, her best friend, the father of her children’s funeral became an entertainment spot. This was something I could totally see Mariah Carey doing.
I had a can of Campbell’s pork and beans for lunch. I. Cannot. Stop. Farting.
Today is going to be the best day ever. I’m going to be spending the day in bed and making runs to the bathroom and the kitchen. Well actually, that sounded weird… I won’t be having the runs in the bathroom. I’ll just be making trips to the bathroom. Anyway I’ll also be making trips to kitchen for sustenance i.e. Junk Food. And then I’ll be back in bed with the laptop watching Amazon Prime movies and TV shows all day while stuffing my face. Well actually that sounded weird too… I won’t be stuffing my face with the usual while I’m in bed, like I said it’ll be the junk food from the kitchen. It’s still going to be a great Sunday in bed even if I’m not stuffing my face with what I normally stuff my face with.
OK, as some of you may know I have been feeding this feral cat outside my motorhome since I’ve been parked in Los Angeles. She is absolutely in love with my cat. And my cat and her play in the parking lot and field next door. It’s really cute. And they eat together outside. Since May, I’ve been conning her into coming inside to eat with him. (I was unable to do that prior because my rat Misha had 100% free range of the place and would usually be bouncing around all the time, but sadly she passed in May). Now, we 3 can eat together. Myself at the table, and both cats underneath right at my feet. I’ve even gotten her to come inside on her own without 26 here and eating. I’ve touched her a few times, and she’s not been pleased. And when I hand feed her, she has been whacking me. 1 good whack. I’m not sure if she’s trying to show how strong she is, or if she is trying to get me to drop the food… Either way it f*cking hurts because she has sharp nails. But I don’t sweat it because this poor thing has been living outside for 10 years and has never been loved by a person. However, someone at sometime cared enough to TNR her (trap, neuter, release) because she has an ear-tip (after a feral cat has been TNR’d, the clinic that does the work will cut off the very top tip of one of their ears as a visual notification to other potential well-meaning trappers that “this cat has already been done”). Also, just for a little heartwarming, you should know that when I come home she has been starting to come out from wherever she’s hiding and greet me with her tail up and little tiny little baby meows. She won’t exactly walk alongside me as I approach the RV, but she keeps a consistent distance from me and we walk together. It’s very sweet. She’s very sweet. I don’t want another cat… But how could I not…?