THE DESCENT

There I was, all civilized, blogging everyday, not to mention jogging every day, eating carrots and poached eggs for breakfast, zucchini noodles, making my bed as soon as I woke up, being friendly to customer service people, and then....and then....what?  Pad Thai for dinner and then breakfast, cursing out pedestrians in my head and sometimes real life, thoughts of 'why make my bed when I'm just going to get back in it later,' deliveries not being delivered, one sit-up right before I fell asleep at night, and then of course, Pawn Stars happened...and soon enough...







The Descent via movies.ign.com









Meanwhile, you didn't miss much, besides the fact that I now hate all health insurance companies, which isn't all that different from before, except the degree of hatred.   So what else to do when you are being eaten from the inside out by justified anger?   Get a kitten, with over-sized ears.  It's the cure-all for most things.  Meet Dr. Fuzz (doctorate in fuzziness and maybe eating paper).









The Dr. in her office.





It only took her a few days to look around and drop the act, and uncross her dignified little paws....







upside down Fuzz & my creepy eye





I've learned a lot since naming my female cat Dr.  Or rather, much was confirmed.  I won't belabor the point, except to say that more often than not, the reaction was, "Oh wait, she's a girl?"



Two things which I will oppress you with in the future:  photos of Dr. Fuzz eating things, more hating of health insurance companies, and the ongoing but very exciting process of selling my film rights.  Stay tuned.





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