Fuzzball Death Match

OK my cat is a satanic little fur ball! Of course I am feeling a little evil also posting this picture. This was just a few minutes ago out in the garage. The mouse is giving almost as good as its getting. They have been doing battle most of the night. I finally rescued the little rodent and took it out to the swamp at the end of our road and let it go. She (the cat) thinks she is a ferocious beast, but though she has killed and eaten them before she tends just to play with the little guys until she notices that someone is looking and then she gets all hellcat on them.

Thought this photo came out well. When I got home and parked my car I just thought the sky looked nice through my rain speckled window. Isn't it perdyful?

So I have decided that the biggest difference between Case Management and Retail is that instead of taking a bunch of Bullshit from one person (evil ex-boss-bitch) I get the privilege of bending over and taking it hard from a hundred or so everyday. Makes a girl feel awful special. On a positive note I think I would still rather get it from a bunch of strangers than that ol' rag ho I used to work for.

Anyhoo, I think I am off to soak in the tub and read a good book, if I don't fall asleep first. Ta Ta boys and girls!