Tom and the motormouth are taking a rest now. Yes, the motormouth is the cat, LOL. She’s less clingy, but she is still quite vocal. I guess it’s normal for young cats to be noisy. Unless she’s sleeping, she’s meowing. I am glad that I kept this cat as I’ve become quite attached to her even if she may always have her annoying moments. I was so not used to having a cat that I literally contemplated calling Carol to take her back, but what stopped me was knowing how Tom fell in love with her right away and all the money we invested. It took me nearly a month to adapt to having her around, but even I can get used to big changes, believe it or not. 

The critter balls were $50 wasted. All the rats do in them is just sit, pissed and shit. :( I don’t know why they won’t walk around in them and enjoy their freedom this way, safe from the cat. They’re not even afraid of the cat, though. They will walk up to the side of their cage as she approaches, and if she gets too close they will nip her on the nose. She knows better than to stick her nose or paws too close to their cage. 

I’m making Parmesan pork chops right now, which was a very simple recipe to follow, and that’s about it for today. I just wonder why it’s so much cooler today. It was 105° yesterday and the sun was shining. Today it’s 20° cooler, breezy and partly cloudy. 

Later… 

I read about this subject in someone else’s journal and thought it would make for a good writing prompt. Well, if there’s one annoying human trait I have found in some people over the years, it’s those who automatically reflect their feelings onto you and assume that because they feel a certain way about something, you do too. Sometimes they forget that they’re them and we’re us, and we don’t always share their beliefs, opinions, tastes, dreams, desires or emotions. I’ve noticed this automatic assumption thing mostly with negative subjects. If they have little saved up, so do I. If they hate chicken, so do I. If they hate '70s music, so do I. If they hate being fat, so do I. If they hate the color purple, so do I. If they’re depressed, so am I. If they want to be famous, so do I. If they’re jealous of hotties, so am I. 

Well, I have more than a little saved up if not as much as I’d like, I love chicken, I love 70s music (though I’m sick of it), I don’t mind being fat now that I’m older and not looking for anyone, I like the color purple, I’m not depressed, I don’t want to be famous, and I’m not jealous these days either. Oh, I can get envious at times, all right. Of course I’d be green with envy if my neighbor won millions of dollars. But this middle-aged fatty isn’t jealous of those 20-something skinnies out there just because most people my age might be. Youth is usually thin. Middle age is usually heavy. I know and accept this. That doesn’t mean, however, that I’ll ever stop eating smart most days and working out. I love being in shape and knowing I’m healthy regardless of what the scale says. Hashimoto’s may prevent you from losing more than a few pounds that just keep returning, but it will never stop you from exercising and choosing grapes to snack on instead of Snickers. 

Tom is trimming his hair now with his trimmer. He loved the pork chops but I didn’t like how they didn’t come out crispy on the outsides. Next time I need to up the heat and use a shallower pan.