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Mick The Morose

Well, you would be morose too if your former owners called you FISH STICK.  Really, who names a cat “FISH STICK?!!”

His first official actions upon meeting me were to accidentally scratch me in the bosom area and then to hiss at me.  But once I got him home, he decided this fat old lady wasn’t too bad, and the eats were great (he gained 2 pounds from the time I adopted him until the time I took him for his first vet exam, as the vet tech said “Mick hasn’t missed any meals”).

Mick has continued to ‘not miss meals’ as he now weighs close to 17 pounds.  Do I think I’m going to put him on a diet any time soon?  I feel he will be the cat from hades if I even try so…….I DON’T THINK SO.

Mick is large, orange, and can be very demanding when he feels he hasn’t received his fair share of petting.

And did I mention he has a plastic fetish?  Anything, and I do mean anything, that is plastic is fair game for him.  Drink cup lids (he will carry the domed ones around in his mouth), plastic grocery sacks, the strips of plastic that seal food such as Breyer’s ice cream… name it he chews it.  Oh yes he’s also been known to try to carry off candy bar wrappers and has played with double A batteries!!

Its interesting being owned by cats

I lost my last cat (Noelle aka ChairCat) in November 2006.  And every time I mentioned getting a replacement cat, my father (with whom I lived) gave me an extremely dirty look (no words needed).

Was I going to get another cat any time soon?…..I DON’T THINK SO.

In December 2007, my father passed away.

On March 31, 2008 I decided it was time to get not one but two cats.  So I go to the Humane Society animal shelter.  I see this gorgeous large orange cat (poor thing had been called Fish Stick by his previous owners) and a smaller gray tabby (both males……more on that a bit later).

The introduction of the cats to me and to each other goes fairly well other than Fish Stick (now called Mick) accidentally clawing me in the bosom area. So the decision is made, I will adopt both cats.

What I didn’t know at the time was that the small gray cat was quite literally a pisser (Percy the Pisser to be literal about it). That darn cat pissed on my bed (twice, down to the mattress), on my purse, in Mick’s face, in the heating vents, anywhere but in his litter box.  I knew males were territorial but these two were fixed…..right???

Finally after 2 months, I said enough is enough and took him to the vet.  The vet tech says as they are taking a urine sample…..this smells like boy pee.  Apparently uncut (non-neutered) male cat pee smells different (worse)  than the pee of neutered males.

Do I want a job where I have to tell the difference between the two?……..I DON’T THINK SO!!

So they do a nice expensive test to see if Percy is still producing testosterone.  He is….so we schedule a nice expensive surgery to remove his testicles (which had never descended and therefore had never been removed when he was neutered).

It’s been over a year since his surgery.  He’s had ONE accident since then.  And he’s much nicer, sweeter, more loving than he used to be. I know some males who could maybe benefit from the same surgery Percy had ……… ROFLMAO!!

Morose Mick will get his own blog post a bit later.  Don’t tell him that Percy got the first post, he’s already jealous as all get out.

So my first blog entry………

AFLAC….a reputable company.  Yes.

One of its local representatives…..I don’t think so.

This interview I was supposed to have with the to-be-unnamed Aflac representative…….was a farce from beginning to end.

From the time I first emailed my resume to him, it took 12 emails over the course of 10 days to finally get an interview.   He never specified where the interview would be until almost 11:00 pm on the night before the interview was scheduled, and that was after having to email him yet again to confirm that the interview had even been set up in the first place.

So finally I have the interview confirmed and instructions on how to get there.  I get up early, shower, wash my hair, all the normal “getting ready for an interview” types of things.  At 2:30 pm I leave to go to the interview (which was at 3:00 pm).

First off he also never told me that the office was on the second floor.  I find it anyway, but it doesn’t matter since the office was locked and dark.  I thought maybe I had the wrong office, so I wandered around and found someone who told me “oh no, you were at the right office the first time around.”

I go back up to the second floor, office is still dark and locked.  I sit on the stairs in oh 90 degree heat waiting for Andre to show up.  He never showed up.  He never called me.  He never emailed me.

Am I impressed with Andre?  ………. I DON’T THINK SO.

Will I apply for another job with AFLAC?……..I DON’T THINK SO.