After Jaime Lee Curtis, who is in HALLOWEEN, which is when I adopted her. I’m so determined to love her, although I feel the shelter played dirty pool with me by letting me know they may have to euthanize her if I didn’t take her. She was already adopted 1x before, then returned to the shelter. It’s been a few days, and, for the life of me, I can’t see why. Jaime is not puppy-like in her affection, but I see she’s a girl; and, in my experience, girl cats just aren’t like that. She uses the litter box; I see no other red flags. Yes, I would desperately LOVE more affection-therapy from my therapy cat, but, eh, right now, it is what it is. At least, she’s fine with being picked up and held, albeit briefly.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.
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