Friday, July 27, 2007

Adventures in grooming

Just the one: When I pulled the cat carrier out of the Kia the door of it popped off and Ripley had a clear shot of the busy highway where people can go 50 mph but go much faster. I FAR-EAKED out and held the carrier at an impossible angle so she couldn't get out then scooped up the door and shoved it inside, holding her at bay. I then scurried over to the entrance of the groomer's which has this gate door you have to undo to get to the main door. I somehow managed to keep Ripley inside the carrier and open that damn gate. I slammed the gate shut behind me, set the carrier on the ground, and refastened the door. I dropped her off with Auntie Joanne then went to the parking lot and saw blood on my thumb and index finger. I guess I cut my thumb open while trying to keep my cat from running out into the street. My maternal instincts are sound. :)

Since grooming Ripley takes 30-45 minutes I went food shopping. When I came back to pick her up I noticed the door was on completely the wrong way, which means it came back off while she was being taken out or put back into her carrier by Joanne.

Oh well. Time for a new carrier.

10 comments:

sourpuss said...

Excellent job saving precious kitty cargo from escaping in the cruel world! I am high-fiving you now.

Poppy said...

Why I bother to seatbelt in the cat carrier into the back seat if it's just going to fall apart after I take it out of the car is beyond me.

Poppy said...

And thanks for the high five. :)

Spencer said...

You would make a good mother; I just have a hard time seeing you having kids, though. XD

That was random.

Poppy said...

I would definitely be an unconventional mother. But is that so bad? I'd be Fun Mom! :D

Spencer said...

No, not at all! Unconventional is the new black. I just have a hard time seeing you slowing down and having children.

Poppy said...

... Slow down to have children? Ohhhh, you mean I can't drink anymore! I can take it or leave it.

The rest of my wild child personality will be unaffected by children because I say so. I have decided that I will take showers whenever I want by bringing the baby in with me and staring at her/him while we listen to AC/DC and singing at the top of our lungs. And then we'll switch to George Michael. And then Def Leppard. And then The Best of Mariah Carey. And then a little Tone-Loc. And then maybe some Julio Iglesias (Sr). My baby will be cultured!

Poppy said...

Oh, and so that my baby learns how to dance, unlike I did, we will listen to Gasolina daily!

A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Da me mas gasolina!)
Como le encanta la gasolina
(Da me mas gasolina!)
A ella le gusta la gasolina
(Da me mas gasolina!)
Como le encanta la gasolina
(Da me mas gasolina!)


:D

Spencer said...

"Cultured". (I like it.) Someday, I will know your children. It ought to be nothing short of interesting.

Poppy said...

Ahem, you better not mean in that "biblical" sense of the word, because they don't even exist yet, ya cradle robber!