...Time...Passing...

Today is Saturday. It is gray, raining, hot and wet... How predictable. The entire week has been a blur of humid, sticky wet film. But today I am happy, despite the shit weather. For I am to foster a new little kitty from the shelter Katie volunteers at (or volunteered at, since they have recently been evicted from their dwellings b/c of lack of funds- five months behind rent to be exact, and a smell of shit, fur and piss that will never evict) - and I am excited. Her name is Roxy. Roxie? Rocksee? Rocky Balboa? Not sure, but I do know it is a girl. A semi-short haired orange, white and gray five year old cat. I am nervous but excited. It is fitting that her name is Roxy/Roxie/Rocksee/Rocky Balboa? - fitting for me and the few who know - but I will tell you... I once ten years ago rescued a lab/Shepard mix from a box outside a Soo Ste. Marie Zellers - but b/c of undesirable circumstances - I subsequently gave her up (though I know she was taken in b/c I followed up). What was her name you ask? Roxy. So, I hope this all works out b/c I am sometimes lonely here all alone by myself on my own. Here. At this place. After a long, combating and frustrating day at the office, it will be nice to come home to something other than stale air and disagreeable sports talk radio. Having a little cat friend could cheer me up I presume on those days when I alone can not do it by myself. Or drive me nuts. Probably a nice little mix of both. And don't worry, I'm not trying to replace Coppertoes, he'll always be both the coolest cat and person I've ever met - but it's time to move on! Coppertoes would have wanted it so. Okay. Katie has arrived. We are now going to pick up Roxie/Roxy/Rocksea/Rocky Balboa...time...passing...Back. We're back from picking up Roxie the curious but scared cat who's never been away from her many roommates and out of the friendly confines of her five year old home - ever. R-o-x-i-e. As I've now discovered that to be the correct spelling of her name. Though, I will still technically in my head and if anyone asks from here on out spell her name as such: R-O-C-K-S-E-E. Moving on. The cat (I mean Rocksee, as I earlier predicted) upon arriving to Campbell promptly jettisoned out of the cage and directly under the couch. How predictable. It has yet to emerge. Stay tuned for more postings on this situation.