I took Goo to the vet today. It was hot and muggy and because of traffic, it took me 30 minutes to get to the vet's office - a trip that would normally take me 10 minutes at the most.

Goo was pulling at his leash and making his eyes bug out, like "Ooooh! Wherewegoing?wherewherewherewhere?" and as I tried to open the door, he wedged his head in, pulled hard on the leash, made me stumble, my hand fell off the door handle, and the door closed (lightly) on his neck. I managed not to scream and was checking him for bruises as he danced impatiently at the end of his leash. Stupid, stupid Goo.

Once inside, he started howling/growling/barking all at the same time, like Grrrooowwwwoooooo*sput* which was most embarassing. None of the other pets in the waiting room were making noises, in fact they were rather silent: it was: a large tabby cat half-in, half-out of a pillowcase, a short, fat Cocker Spaniel and a box full of unspecified animals that I didn't see. All the pet owners laughed at me as I hauled the sputtering, growling Goo in by his neck and tried to make him obey me. (He had this "Fat chance, sister!" look on his face whenever I told him to shut up.)

Anyway, so Goo had some shots and then was hauled off for a manicure, a weighing, and a heartworm test. So I was banished to the waiting room to wait for him and I saw the lady who had brough the box was still there. So I was like "What's in the box?" and I hear *meeeeeelk!* being peeped out of it.

It was kitties! The lady had a box full of abandoned kitties she found in a parking lot, and they were all very young and fuzzy and scrambling around in the box like brats. The lady was very nice, so she let me pet the kitties even though my dog was obviously a menace to society. There were 4 of them: two yellowish tabbies, a pure gray, and a very bratty blackish kitten. The bratty kitten didn't want to have anything to do with the others, and kept trying to claw her way out of the box. The lady held up Brat Cat and was like "This cat is always trying to be on her own," just as the kitten swiped at her and wiggled like crazy to be free. This kitten reminded me of the nasty, superintelligent baby on Family Guy. However, all the kittens were spoken for, so I didn't get one.

I want a kitty. Named Meester Darcy, who will be a mannerly cat, unlike Pearl, who clawed up a Chinese scroll painting I have hanging on my door, just because I had accidentally locked her in my room. Little turtle's egg of a cat that she is.

I had a terrible sinus headache earlier, and I've been sleeping basically since I got home from the vet's. Allergies here in the Delaware Valley are terrible - something about our cloud cap or something. All I know is I can barely keep my eyes open, since to get rid of my headache I need to take Benadryl, which makes me tired, but which I need or I have a headache...

I'm afraid to eat the vomit flavor from my box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Pepper tastes like pepper, spinach tastes like spinach, grass tastes like grass and sardine most assuredly tastes like sardine, so why would vomit, booger and earwax be any different?