Adventures in Pet Sitting: The Tale of the Jackass

Adventures in Pet Sitting: The Tale of the Jackass
I agreed to pet sit for my friends 2 cats over the Thanksgiving Holiday. I've pet sat for her before and things went fabulous. The cats love me and she's got a sweet house. Tonight was my first visit to feed the girls dinner and it was a complete disaster.

She's made many to changes to her home since the last time I watched the girls, including the addition of an alarm. Luckily, the alarm has a remote control so I figured there'd be no problems, I don't have to enter any codes or beat any time restrictions getting in or out of the house. I get to the house tonight, hit the alarm off button and enter the front door. About 2 seconds the later the alarm starts blaring. I keep hitting the off button but it doesn't seem to work. I'm searching for my cell phone so I can call my friend for help when the alarm company comes over the transmitter asking if things are ok. I explain I'm pet sitting and the key fob isn't working. They ask for the password which I don't have and then say ok, have a good night just as my friend's husband answers the phone. He gives me the code to shut off the alarm and explains that you have to hold the button on the key fob down until the red light goes off. I don't recall receiving these instructions but it's all good. The alarm company calls my friend on her cell and she explains the situation so the cops get called off. Thank goodness. Let's feed the cats now.

I feed the cats and then go to let the new outdoor/indoor cat in the house. He's a bit apprehensive since he doesn't know me so I try to give him some space so he'll come in. He doesn't go for it and I can't just leave the door open because the other cats will run out and that would be bad. I go get his food and that gets him in. I go outside to get his water dish and take a quick look around when the patio door shuts and locks me out from the inside. All the keys, mine and hers, my purse complete w/ wallet, ID and cell phone and all the cats are now locked in the house. Great. Plus I don't know my friends cell by heart. She mentioned that she was going to let the neighbors know I'd be coming over so I go next door to see if they can help.

The neighbor turns out to be a sweet old lady. She doesn't have a spare key like I hoped and she doesn't have their cell phone numbers. She tells me she thinks there's a spare key somewhere in the backyard. I ask to use the phone and call Marcus to bring me a flashlight and my old cell which might have her number. I go to the back yard to begin my search for the key. Have I mentioned that for FL its a pretty chilly evening and I'm not dressed for chilly? I digress. I go out front after a few minutes to wait for Marcus. The neighbor comes over with her cell phone and the great news that she got the husband's cell from the other neighbor. I call them for the second time in 30 minutes on the 1st night of their vacation with more wonderful news. I'm locked out. They give me instructions to find the key and after like 10 minutes I finally find it, just as Marcus arrives.Woo Hoo! Victory!

I get myself in the house, hide the key again, finish lovin the kitties and then realize I've totally lost their mail. I took it out of the box while waiting for Marcus and before the neighbor came back with the phone. I retraced all my steps and didn't see it. I didn't go back to the neighbors because it was late and I had already been over there 3 times. I'm going to ask her tomorrow if I don't find it after a second search in the daylight.

Moral of the story: don't let a ditz like me watch your pets while on vacation.

Have you cast your ballot yet?

Witizens,
I just voted and I feel great. I don't care who you vote for. Just please make sure you go out and do it. If you don't, I don't want to hear any complaints when your candidate does or doesn't make it to the White House.
Sincerely,
Will Work For Shoes

I can support this. Can you?

Why Women Wednesday

Witizens,

This post will serve as a response to the response of my last WWW quarry: "Why do we wait until the very last minute to get ready?". I selected my favorite part of the comment that followed: "basically if I don't want to go somewhere, I will rebel in my own way by waiting until the last minute to prepare". This is perhaps the most honest answer I could have hoped for. And yet, I'd known all along.... We do it on purpose. I can "get ready in like 5 minutes; however, if I don't want to go, sooooo many things "come up". Is that procrastination or grudgingly keeping thine word? Are we manifesting the distractions? Women, Why are we "natural born rebels"?


Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo

Why Women Wednesday?

Witizens,

Women.... Why do we wait until the very last minute to "get ready"? Don't we know that we intend to leave at a predestined time?

This post is like 5 minutes late, by the way. Yeah, I had all fucking day.

Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo

Let's Get Political (think Olivia Newton John as you read that)

I've never been one who was really into politics and I still am not. I did vote in 2004 for the first time and it was actually pretty exciting to me. I am one of my few friends that does actually go out and vote. I ask many of them why they won't vote and I often get the same dumb answer: My vote doesn't count. Well it certainly never will if you don't give it a chance to. I was unable to vote in the primary election here in Florida because I refuse to affiliate myself with a party (I don't like being boxed in). Independents can not vote in primary elections in 21 states I believe. But I will definitely be out there come the first Tuesday of November. Hopefully by that time I can decide where I want my loyalties to be for the next 4 years. I saw this video today and it just made me feel good. I want people to be more involved and if it takes someone like will.i.am to get more people to those polls, I'm all for it. Whatever happens in November, America is heading for a change and we all need to be ready for it and ready to accept it.



Peacefully yours,
Will Work For Shoes

Why Women Wednesday

Witizens,

Happy Fuckin' New Year! I decided to break my own personal writer's strike (a.k.a. laziness), so as to put my swarming ideas into solidified form. Why, Women, don't we tell a guy exactly what we like in bed? I know men are sensitive when it comes to discussing how they could improve sexually, but you know what else is sensitive? My Clit! Work that shit... Please. Why don't we tell guys just how we want our pussies licked? Or how sometimes love making versus animal sex is preferred, and vice versa? Clearly, men have no problem telling women how they want their dicks sucked, or flipping us around like fucking flap jacks; I don't think that makes the m enfolk insensitive. So I feel no guilt or insensitivity when I tell a man to get down and serve me. Women, why are you more concerned with hurting a man's fragile ego than getting off? Why not see it as broadening their horizons?


Truly,

Not~So~Cosmo