The look of Jill Homer's cat as she moved to Anchorage, Alaska, from Juneau.

It made me smile. I only wish my cat would let me drive with him uncaged in the car.

Because I've spent 45 minutes trying to wrestle myself and my cat into the carrier for our final trip to the vet.

Euthanasia. No matter what anyone says, it is still inhumane to send your loved one to his/her death.

At least for now...

I couldn't do it ...

I took a nap from the exhaustion. 3 hours later, Dusky was peeing, walking about and making miao-sic for me when I went to the toilet -- with me a mere 5 metres or less from the door, as usual.

How can you send a creature who loves you so much, from his forever home, to his forever death? I don't know how to ...



In other news I sent my bosses a nastygram.

I told them I was paid less than my predecessor and I do 3 times more work now. And for less pay than him, to boot. Why are they so okay with that?


Medical writer got 3k a month for 4 days a week; predecessor got 5k a month for a bi-monthly magazine PLUS medical writing only. I do 1 magazine a month, planning on 2 annuals more, plus I'm now doing the company's medical writing while writer is on maternity leave. And I'm not medically trained.


Why were they willing to pay him that amount, when he never delivered and even plagiarised online content? My bosses owe me a deep thorough explanation. He was even given the title "Managing Editor".

If my cat has to die this week, every one is going to fucking feel it.


And oh yes, this is the price of rejecting the two replacement kittens I adopted to deal with Dusky's impending death.

You don't get to control my life with no consequences.