Little Cone-Head

I came home from my friend's house to find Jett in a cone. Mom had mistakenly told me he had a collar on when she should have said cone. So it was a shock to me and I couldn't help but laugh because I always find cones on animals funny.


He had to get the cone to prevent him from licking his tail. His tail had gotten bit from a cat (they discovered after they shaved off the fur). It got really bad because we let it go a little too long because he never acted like it was a bite, he acted like it was just an irritation. We had scheduled him to go in on Tuesday but he was outside and didn't come around by the time the appointment came. So we had to schedule it for Thursday since they were closed on Wednesday. So that part was his fault!


Sadly though, if the wound doesn't heal correctly, he'll have to get his tail amputated. So we're hoping it will heal correctly and soon. 


He hates the cone. Hates it. Plus he has to stay inside till Monday. We're prolly going to keep him in a little longer. It's torture for him though. Plus he has to be given antibiotics twice a day. And medicine of his tail. He's practically going crazy.

(In the second one he looks like he as a cape/coat with a big collar! :P ) (He's so miserable in the last one) We took his cone off for a little tonight. He's going crazy right now! He loves it. But, unfortunately for him, we have to put it back on tonight. That's the price he has to pay for getting tangled up with another cat.

The Little Post

A quick post today! I made this card for a friend's grad party. I thought I'd share :)

Minnie

I got a Minnie shirt the other day. I love it! Fits real nice :) I love shirts like this. Just graphic tees. They're kinda my weakness. But it's nice because all my shirts have become to tight (from growing [sorta]/eating [most likely]) so I have an excuse to get more! 


Since I'm slowly running out of ideas to post I thought I'd share my shirt... (how exciting)

I don't think I can ever stop buying graphic tees. No matter how much I have or how much I don't need them. I mean, it's what I wear most. So I say I can never have to many graphic tees :)

Stickers!

I loved stickers when I was little. And I still do. LOVE THEM. I still buy stickers for pleasure. And I still like to use them to decorate my notebooks and things :) I don't think I will ever grow out of that. Or Lisa Frank products. If I had a choice, all my office supplies would be Lisa Frank.

Anywho, my friend got me these yesterday. I love them! Especially because the SpongeBob sticker in the middle is one of my favorite faces he makes! 

Goodwill

We went to Goodwill a few days ago. I'm not a fan of Goodwill. I mean, don't get me wrong, I believe there's some cute stuff in there. It's just... I just don't like it. I feel extra... germ-y when I go in there. I just try to touch as small of amounts of stuff as I can. I don't know why I'm like that at Goodwill and not the Village Thrift. It's just that Goodwill gives me the "heebie-jeebies", if you will.


So since I was bored out of my mind (well... I wasn't that bored. But it really felt like it.), I decided, 'You know what? I think I'll blog about this and how Goodwill gives me the creeps.' So ergo, I'm typing this now. 


I just so happened to have my camera so I thought I take some pics of the rather... interesting items and things I saw. "Enjoy" (SpongeBob voice :) )

1: I found this shirt... I have no clue what man would wear this (At least, I think it was a man's "blouse")

2: This dome thing-y leads to the entrance. It seems so... important looking for a Goodwill. I don't like it.

3: I found these boots. I kinda like them! They look like 19th century women's shoes they wore with those large, poofy dresses. 

4: I found this shirt and gasped! Love that it says "Yeah, I'm pretty super" I thought of my sister when I found this... she'd prolly wear it.

5: Saw this uber creepy baby doll sitting amongst the purses... talk about heebie-jeebies. Now you know why Goodwill makes me uncomfortable. (Do you see how its just staring... *shiver*)

6: Your welcome... I guess.

7: I managed to get some things. Always need to make sure they are washed...

Side-Note: Watching a movie and there's a horror movie preview. And the baby in picture number 5 is slowly getting creepier...

Dove

This little guy decided to hang out on the deck a few days ago. It was nice to see because they rarely come very close. So I thought I better get my camera to capture this little birdy. I was certain that he would fly away as soon as i got my camera, but he didn't! I was super pleased.

These are definitely one of my favorite birds. I love how they're called Mourning Doves. And I love their call. There's something sad about it. I guess that's why they have the word mourning in them. Also they have muted colors. I love that. If you look long enough, you can see how beautiful those colors really are. They're lovely shades of grey and brown. Really beautiful. 

Their call is very... comforting, for a lack of a better word. It reminds me of camping and fall/early spring. Anything that reminds me of camping sends my stomach in a whirl, that warm fuzzy feeling. Oh how I love it so. :)

Exploring

   Today I went outside to sit on our new bench to do school. Mom was out there too of course (she's outside when ever the sun shines); so that meant the house was empty. Bunny (our cat) was alone and didn't have Mom beside her. She didn't know what to do. So she did the first thing she could think of. Whine. And whimper. And cry. You know, what she does best.

  So I slid the slid the screen door open that she was pawing at only to find she had no interest in venturing outside in unfamiliar territory. So I shut it. 

   Soon I hear he whining again. Well I thought I'll try one more time. So I opened the door once more and after a long time calling her to come outside, she slowly stepped down and walked to the tree on out deck. I shut the door for her, because she didn't shut it herself. How rude!

   So she sniffed around and acted like she had entered a whole new world where few people have entered. When little did she realize she had been staring at it out our french doors for more than 10 years. Typical her. 

Jett decided to join in on the party!

Side-Note: I'm hungry. (Dinner is coming and my stomach can't wait!) (But then again, I'm always hungry.)