Things Done Right. Things Done Wrong.

Things done right today:

• Got up early.
• Managed to make it all the way back from the coffee shop, with a steaming cup-o-joe, on the rad new Santa Cruzer pintail PBR skateboard without a spill or broken neck.

Things done wrong:

Jeffrey on a mellower day

• My Jeffrey cat charges out the door so fast when I get home that he flies off the second story balcony, onto the iron fence below and one more bounce-splat to the sidewalk. 
• I spill my coffee everywhere in a mad sprint down the stairs
• He limps up the stairs with blood pouring from his mouth
• Like any centered adult in crisis, I call my mom (who lives 3000 miles away) crying in a panic. Then I call my cousin Joe, who's working.
• My mom tells me to call 911.
• I tell my mom you can only do that for people (although it was my first thought)
• I wrap Jeffrey in Budgie's blanket and off we go to the emergency vet
• Jeffrey wrangles out of the swaddling during the ride, then shits and pisses all over me and the car.
• Hundreds of dollars in rent money later, the vet tells me that Jeffrey has officially used up his ninth life, should have serious internal damage or have perished.
• Jeffrey just has a big fat lip and lots of soreness. Not even broken teeth. Just a big, swollen, hairless lower lip.
• I'm covered in coffee, diarrhea, and cat piss.

Aslan, based on Jeffrey the Cat

Although we're not going to have anywhere to live this month, Jeffrey's going to live. Tugboat brought Jeffrey home one freezing East Coast winter day ten years ago. I lived in an old farm house back then with an acre. They romped like little kids. He's been an amazing soul and friend. Such a wise old owl. He reminds me of Aslan from Narnia. Maybe blowing the rent money on vet bills was something done right. I got a worry on me like a blue dress stain circa 1995.

I know a lot of people say: it's just a cat. It's just an animal. To that I say, GFY.