Weepy Monday
I've been feeling weepy all day. Bill's away on business, and I had a really bad day.

I had to step into a classroom to sub as soon as I arrived at work this morning, but I had been looking forward to having breakfast (I was very hungry). The class went okay, and the students seemed to have had a great time. However, my breakfast was cold by the time I came out, and I was not happy about that.

Then I spent the entire morning getting materials ready for other substitute teachers. Boring~!

The academic writing class in the afternoon didn't go that well. The students were like zombies, even the usually responsive and talkative ones (I'm guessing it was because of the heat and mugginess). I, too, was feeling yucky because of the heat. Then 3 older ladies were yapping away very loudly on the bus ride home. I could still hear them even through deafening Beethoven on my iPod.

By the time we got home, I was already drenched in sweat. The first thing I saw was Nuage's puffy red eyes and two streams of tears on the sides of his nose. After I cleaned off the tears, I saw a cut on the upper lid of his right eye, which is also swollen. My first guess was that Mocha probably scratched him by accident when they were play fighting. Though the cut didn't look very serious, I was worried about infections, so I made an appointment with the vet.

Taking Nuage to the vet is really not that big of a deal. First of all, the vet is less than 10 minutes away from the house (on foot). Also, Nuage is a very calm kitty and he's generally nice to the doctors (especially if it's a female doctor). The vet gave him a thorough checkup and gave us a tube of ointment to put on the cut. When I was paying, I put Nuage's cage on a bench. A woman who was there with her Proodle went over to the bench and started meowing at Nuage (the woman did, not the Proodle of course). Even though Nuage was not violent, his patience was definitely running thin after the 45-minute session with the vet. He wasn't in the mood to put up with a meowing stranger, so he hissed at her. That woman (and I still can't believe she did that), tried to open Nuage's cage with her one free hand (the other was holding her stupid dog) while threatening to send her Proodle in to bite Nuage! I was so infuriated I thought I was gonna rip the Proodle out of her arm and kick it out the door like a soccer ball.

One of the interns stopped that woman from trying to open the cage while I rushed over to take Nuage away. I didn't say anything to that woman; I simply treated her as if she was crazy. On the way home, though, I could still feel the adrenaline running through my veins (we walked very fast), and I had all kinds of scenarios in which I told that woman off running through my head.

I just wanted to be home and be away from stupid people. I decided to allow myself a good cry after we got home.

As soon as I opened the door, Mocha was there to greet us. He was obviously wondering where Nuage had been. When Nuage and I went into the living room, this is what we saw:


While we were out, Mocha had taken out some kitty cookies and put them on the floor.

Nuage, who usually doesn't like cookies, went over and started eating some.

(You can kind of see Mocha lying upside down in the upper left-hand corner of the picture)


I stopped feeling weepy.