Seriously?

Has it really been like 6 months since I posted?? Jeez. I'm a slacker.

Monkey/Feivel is almost 10 months old...and still fairly small for his age at exactly 7lbs. His brother Wolfey is about 9lbs and much taller than Monkey.

He still makes that face...

In other news, I'm back at school. (My main excuse for not posting) I started the semester taking 6 classes, and am now down to 4. Which is a good amount for me. Just enough homework to keep me busy on weekends... x.x I'm really enjoying my psychology course. My classmates are amazing and my table specifically has great group dynamics, and its just a great class.

I'm also working just about every day that I'm not at school. I'm doing animal care, and on fridays I'm also a vet tech assistant. Which is fun, but a little annerving when I don't know what I'm doing and people get frustrated with me for not doing things right. But I'm trying my hardest and I'm enjoying it :)

After quite a bit of social drama...I've definitely learned what the phrase "blood is thicker than water" means. And deciding to not let people get to me (and not letting anyone tell me how to live my life) has definitely, DEFINITELY helped me handle this whole ridiculous situation. All things considered... I'm pretty satisfied with the way things are right now. Things could be better, but this is as good as it's gonna get for now.

Song lyrics of the day? Boyfriend by Ashlee Simpson. Hahahaha...why haven't I heard that song before?

We're taking our time with this

So I cleaned out cat cages today at Petco, and in between cages, I got Monday, one of the coolest cats ever, out to hold him and pet him. He normally enjoys this. He's a very loving, friendly cat. Well this time, some little kid was playing with a dog toy that had a squeaker in it. Apparently Monday doesn't like squeakers...cuz he kept twitching, and before I could register that something was wrong and I should put him up, he FREAKED OUT and started clawing me and bit down on my pinky pretty hard when I tried to grab him by the scruff of his neck. I had to just drop him. Normally I hang on to cats when they do that, but he was beyond controlling at that moment. He just walked about 6 feet away and sat there, still twitching, so mom easily caught him and put him back in his cubicle, where he was totally fine. But I was standing there, bleeding, with several deep scratches and bite marks, trying to hold back tears (and not suceeding). It always freaks me out when I get bitten. At the time, the adrenaline keeps me from freaking out, but afterwards, I cry and realize how bad it was. That's how I am with anything...My reactions are always delayed.
But yeah. Now my arm is covered in band-aids and my pinky is completely wrapped up. It hurts to use, so I bandaged it to the point of immobility. Then, since the bandage (more like cast...I wrapped it in a lot of tape) comes off easily, I'm wearing a wrist warmer over it to keep it on. It's a very hardcore look.
"Stellabear" is recovering quite well from her surgery, and jumps up on the couch whenever she darn well pleases now. I try to be around so I can help her, cuz she doesn't need to be jumping and possibly ripping her incision open, but there have been at least 2 times where she's done it anyway. She's also eating again, which is AWESOME. I grated a chunk of the Natural Balance Lamb roll and mixed it with some canned lamb and rice food, then mixed in her glucosamine. I originally wasn't gonna mess with the NB, but she wasn't touching the food otherwise. And I didn't want the glucosamine to go to waste, so I mixed the NB in. It smells so good...I'd eat it. It smells like beef jerky. Not even kidding. Of course, once I mixed that in her food, she devoured it. So I guess I've found myself with a picky eater. Sad. I love her anyways though :)
I'm pretty tired...but I'm gonna go finish up this algebra lesson before I crash. Wouldn't want to get in trouble in the morning....

It's all that I've got.

Well. I guess I deleted my old blog? Hmm. Anyways. I'm sitting around waiting for my sheets to dry so I can go to bed. Stellaluna had her spay surgery today and she's sleeping on the dog bed across the room from me. She's so out of it... She's already a picky eater, so being groggy after her surgery, she definitely wanted nothing to do with food. I finally convinced her to eat at about 11pm, but of course she turned down the canned food I'd mixed her glucosamine supplement in. She ate up the chopped pieces of the Natural Balance roll I fed her, though. And she's drinking lots of water. So I'm not too concerned.

Echo's upstairs right now...'mrrrrrowwww'ing at no-one in particular. Just letting us know he's up there. And by us I mean me and Stella, cuz we're the only ones awake.
Been listening to a lot of Deas Vail and Heavens lately. Deas Vail makes me happy. Heavens makes for either a dreary day or a mellow day. Depends on how the day's already going.
I've GOT to get more school done. I HAVE to graduate in December. I've got too much life to live, and school's in the way. I'm a bit afraid of the future though...not sure what's out there after high school. It won't be too terribly different from how it is now, I think, since I'm already home all day :P I feel so sorry for public schoolers...once they're outta high school, it's like BAM they're out there in the world. And they find themselves with too much time on their hands.
...they should use that time to volunteer for the Humane Society!!! :D
Speaking of which. We're doing a super adoption event this weekend apparently. Hopefully we get some animals adopted out...my current foster kittens are quite feral and do not like me AT ALL. It's kinda annoying...I want to love them, but when they hiss and spit at me, it gets old. Mikey's home too, and he's mad. He wants to go back to Petco. He misses Monday. Gertie loved Monday, too. I'm glad she got adopted though...we had her a long time.

^Mikey^