Performance Art

 Poor Precious.  Her stomach had a rough day yesterday.  We think it was the sauce from my mom's chilli beans.  I felt like I was dealing with the Exorcist when I woke up yesterday and kind of throughout the day. I ordered some food to help with her sensitive stomach.  Because she had lost weight, I wanted her to eat what she wanted.  Now that this happened?  Yeah. I got to be more mindful about what she is eating.  I was going to Pet Supplies store on Sundays and I don't know why I stopped.  I will make a point to pick up more healthier food.  She seems to be doing a lot better this morning. I got her Greenies from Target to help her out if she wanted a snack.  I got a big bag of dry food coming today.  Hopefully that'll help.

She did kind of accidentally help me get out of a call.  We were at the end and the diva shared her vacation pictures.  It wasn't one or two.  It was about twenty.  At one point I got up to sit down on the couch and listened to her talking.  It was pictures of her smiling.  Just very much all about her and my time was being wasted when I'm just drowning.

Then Precious started throwing up and as the diva said, look at me here, just happy as a clam. I just sent a message that my cat was throwing up and needed to get off the call.  Sorry.  I probably could have done because she was still talking but I thought I can't take this.  It was too much.  It did sound funny like my cat saw your vacation pictures and she threw up.  She probably would have.  Nice to see a vacation picture or two but this was a whole montage that went on and on.  Sigh.

I hate how busy it's been.  Well this has been my 2026 so far and I really hope it changes.  I sat in another meeting where the stomper was in it with her new people.  I thought I was getting chastised for not having a camera on.  I didn't.  It was kind of short and sweet showing us how to do something.  The stomper is done with us and I'm ok with that. I kind of feel like the stomper does performance art.  Oh, I'm here for you.  No, not really.

Ever been around that person that talks about all their volunteer stuff and really aren't nice to people?  Or that person who says they're a girls girl and they'll stab you in the back at work or try to move in on your boyfriend or husband?  Yeah.  Performance art.  Usually if you have to talk about who you are, it's just performance art.

I can say I'm tired and I'll prove it by taking a nap right now.

People.  I prefer cats and dogs. I had to mail something for my mom last night and made friends with the dog waiting in line.  No, the dog wasn't mailing anything.  He/she was sitting on the floor waiting for their human.  I think it was a golden retriever.  Very sweet.  I was able to pet the sweetheart while I waited.  Made my day.

Seeing the diva snooze by the window is making my morning.  Please let her be ok. I need her.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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