Up/Down

Just clicking through my bookmarks at random, you know, since I have time to do that now, and I found this: Mark Twain's Top 9 Tips for Living a Kick-Ass Life. Pretty uplifting!

And, you know, I hate to kick you down when you're up by getting all serious, but there are some powerful photos here. Don't click if you can't stand to look at starving, broken-down souls. There's a whole other world out there that you and I are nowhere near familiar with. What can we do?

Weeeeeeeeeeee-ow!

They took down the MISSING CAT sign in the lobby, so I'm hoping that means the missing cat was found alive and well. He's a cool cat. All orange and white and goofy and really very friendly. Here's hoping he just took a quick vacation. I just saw him hunting outside last week when I was leaving the parking lot.

If there's one thing I can't let go of hating in life, it's when people insist upon their own total lack of common sense. My paranoia is high, but not to be outdone is the absence of sense so prevalent in some of the people I talk to.

Aside from that, everything else is so easy to laugh off.

MISSING

Throwing my goals in the garbage is the most liberating thing I've done all day.
Well, first crumpling the list of them up and then ranting on about how they will now reside in a landfill never to bother me again, that was most liberating. In it, I found reason.

Milo-Kitty ran away. :( I'm scared for him. He's not exactly the Albert Einstein of the feline variety; more similarly, he's the Grimace, but less ambitious. Since I don't live in the same city as them, I told my sister she should give out flyers, ask people in the neighbourhood if they've seen him since last night, and leave her phone number with them in case they do see him. So far, he was spotted crossing the street earlier in the day, and also walking with a black cat, which I believe to be a false lead, given Milo's history of racial prejudice. They found another stray cat who looked like him, but who wasn't him when my sister went to investigate.

Hey, at least we've made some tiny progress. People know to call if they see him, and apparently my parents' neighbourhood is fraught with stray cats. I really, really hope he's okay.

I move, tomorrow.