Who done it?

This is Jack the Ripper

This is Audrey Hepburn, occasionally, but lovingly referred to as either the bowling ball, or Ursula, depending on her mood

And this is Angus McTabby

So if BW put cat pictures up, I will, too! Its a game with me and my cats, you see. I got called into work last night, (My On Call Fairy must have gone on the fritz at Midnight, when they called me in.)It was a good shift, Amaretto Nurse wasn't present, which is always a treat. My patients were the friendly, yet sleepy type, (perfect) and yummy radiology hunk was the first face I saw as I approached the hospital (Wonderful!) I even found about an hour to sit and chat with him this morning. Until we were so rudely interrupted by a patient going into V-tach, a rhythm of the heart that is SO not compatable with life. Silly patient. He came out of it ok, though.
When I got home, my reward was two fold. Someone got the soda crackers I accidentally left out, and has been eating them under the table. Someone puked up a whopping hair ball mixed with cat food in the bathroom for me. I am sure the third someone has left me something somewhere as well, and I haven't found it yet. Good thing I keep the furry's out of the bedroom. So, play a matching game, if you want. Which furry did what? Who puked, who ate crackers, and who is innocent until I find the guilt?

here, kitty kitty kitty... damn!

Another pet titled post. No, I did not feed a kitty to satan on its birthday. I almost want to, though! There has been this wee little calico living out my door, someone dumped her here almost a month ago. Usually, she is a sweet cat, lets me pick her up, feed her, ect. I tried to bring her in once, but true to calico fashion, she hissed, and growled at my other cats, then shit on the floor. (sounds like some men I know.) So, she's been outside. This morning, I was talking about her at work, and one of my co workers said "I'll take her! I need a good outside cat, and I don't have any others, I love calico's!" A ha! match made in heaven, I thought. So I drive home all happy that I found a home for the little thing. I get the carrier ready, and go out, to pet her and snuggle her and force her into the carrier, and the little beast won't come to me for love nor money! She knows I am up to no good.
Now, keep in mind I have been up all night, and last night wasn't easy. I had to take care of a drunk lady going through the DT's AND, a 14 year old boy with leukemia. I am not in the mood to play, Kitty. Those are my cheesy poofs. I spent over 30 minutes trying to catch her, while she mocked me. Damn cat. Then my neighbors came out. Right when I was picking up the cat food dish to take it away from her and put it in a nice open space, all the better to catch you with, my pretty. Of course, it was their food dish. Caught in the act. Sigh. Once I appraised them of what I was doing, they were all for it. They have been trying to find a place for her, too. So, they are outside doing the kitty wrangle now. I left them the carrier, and the old towel to wrap her in if need be. Let them get scratched and bloody. Damn cat.