Poor Ivan

My sister's cat, Ivan, had to be put down today. I did like that cat.  During my horrid stay with her he kept me company and loved on me. I'm kind of bummed about his demise. Apparently he got suddenly jaundiced and she took him to the vet and the vet said it was probably cancer.
 *sigh*
I'm glad we have Bleu here, Bleu is such a cool cat. I took this two mornings ago:


That's Bleu playing with a dying snake. By golly that cat was having fun. I thought about taking the snake away and trying to discern if it was poisonous, but... 1) Bleu was having too much fun 2) If the snake was going to bite him it would have been long before Bleu frazzled it's nervous system and 3)  Bleu is an outdoor cat and knows what he's doing.
 Anyhow, Bleu was throwing that snake up in the air, tossing it around and really getting into it. So, I left them there on the carport. After taking six photos.
 When I got home the snake was gone. (!)
 I need to ask my roommates if they threw the snake away or if it revived, because I was sure it was dying.
If it revived and it was poisonous, I feel bad, but... oh well.
 So.... Ivan's dead, and Bleu is not, and I'm just glad I got to love on Ivan a while before he shuffled off this mortal coil, the poor cat. He was abused when my sister got him and took him years before he warmed up to people, she gave him a good life..
 Went to the five-thirty meeting, it was pretty good. People are starting to know me there and talk to me, which is good because I don't talk much.  H. asked me to chair the Wednesday 5:30 meetings in September.
 I was going to take a month off from chairing but thinking about it, this way I'll get it over with before the play opens.
 I haven't heard from the Rocky Horror people (supposed to get an e-mail) but if I don't soon I'll call again and nag. I want to get that e-mail and concrete my involvement!
 (just let them TRY to keep me out of that theater).
I put an ad on Craigslist , again, trying to find someone to hang out with. My ads must put off the ladies here, their delicate southern sensibilities ... guh.
 I won the Doc Marten's on e-bay.  I know I can't afford to buy shit on e-bay but I was really  needing to get in touch with my true self and my true self is a punk rocker.
 So I bid on a pair of Docs, and won. I'm also bidding on a pair of black Chuck Taylors with pink trim, and a leather jacket with punk crap all over it, and spikes.
 I want something really cool to wear to the Rocky Horrror cast party and I have nothing left from my punk days... my old jacket, the one that Graves sold to me at Benny's, is somewhere in San Francisco. I gave it to Izzie.
 Who knows if I'll even wear the damn jacket, I just want to hang it on the wall and look at it.
I want to make some art, but I don't know where to start or how. Found object art is what I want to make, but I haven't found anything lately.
 I keep looking. When I find something I'll get started. We sure have plenty of room in the backyard for art.
 so.. the hunt is on.