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I start work in about 45 minutes. The drive takes me about 20 minutes. I am not even remotely ready… and by that I mean I am still sitting in my PJ’s.
I have been up since 5 something this morning. I didn’t get much sleep at all since of course I was tossing and turning. Every sound made me get up and check to see if Doo Doo (that’s what we call Decymburr) was at the backdoor. Naturally she wasn’t.
The other cats are on meowing overdrive. As if they are trying to drive me insane as they watch me react to every single meow they make.
I am a very strong believer that everything happens for a reason, so things don’t usually devastate me because I try to find the happier, meaningful side of it. In this case, I am getting by knowing that we did have her for SO long. I am so grateful for that. Plus, the door was open and none of the other girls took off. We could have come home to them all being gone. That was have been…. wow… just awful.
Do they have sick days for people trying to find their pets? Can I call in a “lost pet day”? We want to make signs and stuff but that’s rather hard with no one home to do it.
Ugh, I guess I will start getting ready. No make up though, and I am certainly not curling or combing my hair.
