Damn it is 2009! and I am ever so grateful….
Although it started out awful, I spend New Years Eve puking my brains out and it was not even alcohol induced, what fun is that! I had the damn flu! Just now getting back to my normal self, if there is such a thing.
But things since the ring in of 2009 thing have already climaxed….. Leave it to me to get a new job in this horrible economy without even looking! A promotion even, with a fantastic agency, less costly benefits, a raise, and managing a group of people I know (for the most part) and already have established relationships, not to mention the impact that the program has on our community! I am so excited and terrified at the same time. (Being terrified only means that I am anxious to do a good job.) I am ever so grateful for having friends & acquaintances who believe that I am a capable, compassionate and confident leader; over the years I have been fortunate to experience many growth opportunities thanks to this network of individuals.
And Woody, the ever so adorable being below now resides with us. We adopted him just before Christmas from the Community Cat Connection, the shelter where I volunteer and sit on the board.
Woody has brought much love and odor into our lives, yes I said odor. He is assaultive with his affections, demanding and persistent. He loves to sit on my lap and knead, he usually goes for the boobs, I am after all his new mumma, but damn he has the biggest paws and claws of any cat I have ever owned. He also has some problems with gas, stinky, smelly, offensive toots. Have you ever met a cat that farts? We we now are owned by one. We are researching the cause and how we might be able to resolve the gas. Probably a food issue. It is on the checklist for his first vet visit with us. Oh and he doesn’t meow, he quacks like a duck, is 15lbs (huge) and drools when he gets excited.
Hence all his Nicknames: Duckman, Sirdroolsalot, stinky boy, the Tunaeater (say it like Arnold Schwarzenegger), Quackman, Sweaterman (he looks like he is wearing a sweater), the boobymonster….. and the list goes on and on and on….
Woody’s transition into our home is very slow, with the ever so dominant female Boo who rules the roost not yet accepting his presence. So for now he is set up in the finished basement with his own pad, toys, scratching post, beds and bathroom. We call it his bachelor pad. From all the reading I have done, slow transitions are the most successful transitions with hostile territorial first pets in the home. Woody comes upstairs and watches TV with us, snuggles in bed and wanders the house under our watchful eyes, but does not yet have full access to the house when we are not present and engaged in his supervision. Someday though, time, it will take time.
Anyway, Happy New Year to you and yours; 2009 the year of CHANGE, for me, for you, and hopefully for the whole country. It is going to be a good year for us all, I can feel it, can you?