Saturday, October 2, 2010
Message from me to God: "Will you knock it off already, you SON OF A BITCH?"
Junior is missing for five days. He's never been gone this long before. He is my favorite of the outdoors cats, the sweetest, friendliest "feral" cat we had.
Now the only ones left are Tiger Grumpyface (who won't let me near her) and Tiger Whitestockings, who clearly misses Junior -- she looks at me from out of the bushes and cries and cries.
If that wasn't enough, a big section of my barn roof fell in this week, probably during the first stage of the typhoon that blew through here over the last few days.
And as if that wasn't enough, it rained so hard yesterday that the roof of my house couldn't take it -- I had significant water dripping through into the front room. Couldn't even get in there to put buckets or pans down to catch it, because of the big doll's house and the other stuff that occupies that area.
I am SICK of this shit!
I take it all as a very unsubtle series of signs that it's time to get out of that place and start a new life elsewhere.