Well, I’m off to see the rheumatologist today (yeah, it really did take that long to get an appointment!) and find out how screwed up I really am. I’m hoping for some kind of anti-inflammatory something for all the time along with something for pain as-needed… but I always get wigged out trying to ask for pain pills ’cause I don’t want to look like a junkie! There’s just no way to have that conversation in today’s society without getting your name put on a list!
Meanwhile, back at the Hall of Justice, the kittens are settling in nicely… other than the fact that they seem to want to kill each other. I’m pretty settled on Mina and Lucy for the bitey girls, but I’m vacillating on the boy — I WANT to name him Harker because his sisters keep trying to kill him, but he LOOKS like a Marceau! Maybe Harker is his middle name… As for Queen Callie Jean, she’s stopped hissing at them and started stalking them, which may or may not be an improvement. But we ARE all sleeping in the same bed… when the damn kittens decide to sleep!
All in all, I have decided I can’t have human babies until I learn better parenting skills… right now, I let them fight until someone squeaks, then reach in and grab whichever one I can get and separate them. I don’t think CPS would approve of that!