July 18, 2010; Everyone is Pissy

Another little incident a few days ago. I pissed in the bed and, for once, Boo-Boo didn't lose his mind (he was going to do a washing anyway). However, when we were alone (Boo was doing the wash), Skeeter picked me up and looked me in the eye and said, "Why?"

"Look, it's what I do."

"Excuse me?"

"Humans shit in the toilet. It's what they do. Dogs pee everywhere. It's what they do. You shit in a bag. It's what you do. I pee in the bed. It's what I do."

I could see the vein on the side of his head pulsing. Then he said, "I have half a mind to throw you against the wall." Then he put me down and walked away in a huff. I muttered, "Half a mind is a terrible thing to waste." He heard something, and whirled on me and said, rather dangerously, "What?" "Nothing, nothing, nothing," I sang and put a little distance between us by walking away too.

He's a bit of a stress case right now. He's trying to decide what he's going to do about the situation with the doctor. You'll remember he was referred to a plastic surgeon by his present doctor but then cancelled when he saw the surgeon couldn't manage his office. Now Skeeter's own doctor is pissed at him and his response is to write her an e-mail. He's pissed at her too (because he's 53 and who is she to be pissed at him yadda yadda yadda) but he's also a little in awe of her as, I understand, most of you dumb humans are of doctors. What's worse, she first treated him when she was a rising young star and he was a dying young patient so they have one of these sick and bizarre husband/wife, doctor/patient relationships.

So I'm staying out of the way. Or trying to.

Twiggy is still off on vacation somewhere and that's driving me crazy.

Meanwhile, I tried to play peace-maker between Benjie and Ginger. He came up to me and said, "She's mad at me and I have no idea why," and asked me to approach her about it. When I ran into Babs and Ginger I said, "Why are you pissed off at Benjie?"

She exploded, in her typically yappy way, shrieking, "He's queer, you're fucking a cat! What's not to be pissed about!" Babs, not knowing what the fuss was about chided, "Ginger!" and that's when the poor bitch snapped. "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL AND THE CAT CUNT BITCHES YOU RODE IN ON! FUCK YOU AND FUCK THIS LEGLESS WONDER HERE AND FUCK YOU ALL!!!"

"Will you relax, please," I said, even though Skeeter was trying to drag me away from a dog who had clearly gone mad. "The cat is gone. I'm your friend too. Simmer down!" But by now Ginger was just feeling so sorry for herself that she just whined and wailed as Babs carried her home.

Lordie, I'll never understand broads. Or queers. Or cats. Or dogs. Or any damn thing.