A Zombie Hippie Wheeling On Your Street (coming to a theater near you)

I got up this morning to the sound of Tom cursing because he couldn't get a hold of Tiny. He thought he would have to cancel his appointment with the dentist. But at the very last minute he did get a hold of Tiny. Meanwhile I was getting ready to take Piper to the vet. I didn't want to but what else could I do? It isn't like they make kitty condoms for cats. Hmm. But I wonder if they do make a birth control pill. It would not surprise me much at all. With the way this world is changing. All kinds of new products out there.

So I took Piper to the vet. She was calm. I think she felt safe because I was with her. Right before I left her with "Pricky Junk", I said my good byes and she watched me walk out. Her body language was screaming, "Mommy, where are you going?" It broke my heart. I really do believe she is my familiar. She means the world to me. And I can't forget my wish and how it was answered. When I lost Calico kitten. I had an emptiness inside me ever since, until Piper came into my life. I wished and I prayed that my calico kitten would come back into my life. I sometimes wonder if she could be her. But. No she isn't her. No matter though. Because she is a gift from life. She made the pain go away. She brought back the sun and dried up all the rain in my life. I still think of Calico kitten and I miss her too but thanks to Piper I can feel at ease with the world now. Knowing that there really is someone or something out there that really does listen and cares.

I walked to Burger King and grabbed a bite to eat. Ruth is so silly. She asked me what time I came in today. I had to remind her of Tom's surgery. The other day she said I would leave him after he had his teeth pulled. I told her I wasn't in love with his teeth but that I was in love with him. I should have got smart with her and said, "They're taking his teeth. Not his winkie." I always come up with these good comebacks too late. At least I can come up with good ones. They might come to mind an hour later or even two days later but they are still good ones.

After I hate my sandwich I walked over to the hospital. There I found Tiny in the waiting room. I waited there with him for ten to fifteen minutes. Then Tom was ready to be picked up on the other side of the building. The nurse wheeled him out. It was scary seeing him in that wheel chair, looking fragile. He was real pale and barely had his eyes open. We went over to his mother's and was there for maybe an hour. Tom took a nap on his mother's bed, after her mother nagged him to do so. We went home shortly after he woke up. Finally the bleeding stopped and he came out of the "twilight zone". He said he couldn't remember ever walking out to the van. I told him, that it was because he didn't walk but that he was wheeled out to us. He did however remember looking back at me on the way over to his mother's.

So what all did they take? They took all his top ones. Including the bone fragments that had been left by other dentists a long while ago. Before I ever met him. They left his bottom front teeth. He will get parcels for there. He is talking good with out his teeth. I am surprised. I can't believe how perky he is now either. But it was his teeth that were making him feel bad. Now the infection can leave.

So here we are now. I am rambling on here and Tom is looking up stuff on the internet. Comic books I believe. I of course am thinking about Piper. I miss her and it has only been a few hours. I can't get her out of my head. I hope she is all right. I can't wait to bring her home tomorrow. I am thinking of asking them about micro chips for cats. I saw something in there about it. I am curious as to what it would cost and if they can actually do it. We shall see....