When will it end?

I'm serious, can we not get a break for at least a week straight? I'm going into each week in a constant state of worry, just wondering what's going to happen this time around.

It all started with the whole Paypal dispute between us and the cage set lady. After well over a month of having her items, she decides she doesn't want them and decides to start a dispute worth well over $100, leaving us with a negative balance in our Paypal. Luckily, that's resolved now.

Then, a couple weeks later, David got hurt and, as I'm sure you all know by now, he died. The stress weighed on us like a 10 ton brick of agony. Just when we thought we were in the clear for a while, that all happened and tore us to shreds. Since then, we've been able to move passed it some.

After that happened, I think a week or two, Lucy went missing. We still have no idea where our cat is and have to worry about her constantly. We don't know if she's hungry, scared, alone with her newborn kittens. It's just an endless worry and constant feeling of dread. Unfortunately, that worry still isn't over, we just have to make ourselves deal with it.

Now today, I had the pleasure of waking up to a very welcoming message on Facebook from a breeder friend saying that we owe her $600!? Um, no thank you!! It's someone that I least expected it to be from, the same breeder we got Boone and Tyler from!

Back in March of last year, she had a leu boy come OOP that was a perfect match for Chloe. It was HER idea to do a trade, we never thought she would be up for it. Of course, we jumped at the idea. Then, we saw Tyler and decided to buy him, which we did.

I don't know why this is coming about now. She's never brought it up once since then, so we just figured she never saw a joey that she wanted. Considering she has a shit load of glider, we thought maybe she just didn't want anymore and would just leave it at that. We didn't care, honestly.

I hate waking up in a good mood and then having that mood shattered by something that I have absolutely no control over. It sucks and it's stressful, it's just too much sometimes. Like I tell everyone, I'm a genuinely happy person, so when things like this happen, it just puts me in this overwhelming stupor of depression and then I'm just a nightmare to be around.

It sucks because you can't enjoy a good thought, a good feeling, eating becomes a chore, and don't even get me started on trying to sleep. As we all know, night time is the right time for worrisome souls.

I feel nauseous. I want to scream and cry right now, it's just not a good day. Please forgive me, but I also kind of want to stab something or someone. Ugh, I need to stop bitching and suck up all the drama, cause apparently it's a new constant.

Love & Peace

-Megan

False hope...

Apparently someone saw one of my pleas for help on Facebook and contacted me about Lucy, our missing cat. She said that she has been feeding a cat that has been hanging around her place of employment (Casey's), in Fredericktown!!

I talked to her for nearly an hour Saturday night after I got home from work. She said that the cat she saw looks strikingly like Lucy, and she's excessively pregnant. She said the cat was smaller in build and had a stubbier tail, which Lucy is and has! As much as I tried not to, I couldn't help but get my hopes up. She said that she would go back and take a picture of her Sunday and send it to me. If it was her, she was going to take her home and I would pick her up after I got off of work Sunday night.

Unfortunately, when she went back Sunday (yesterday), she was nowhere to be found. Everyone that works there thinks that she left to go have her kittens, which sounds likely. I know the chances of it being her are extremely unlikely, but one can hope, right?

I think LaVaughn and I are planing on making a trip to Fredericktown Wed., just to be safe.

If by some miracle this is her, then my suspicions were right and someone took her, took OUR cat and decided it was okay to haul her off. Something that didn't belong to them, something that they had no right making decisions for, or even touching her.

I can't even get started on this again.

In much happier news, our turkey, Lilith, laid her first egg today! It was such a shock to see such a perfect, speckled egg. Now, I just wonder if it's fertile! We really have no way of knowing, you just kind of have to take a chance. I've never seen her and Tom mate (which is probably a good thing), so I don't even know. Completely random thought, but I've never seen turkeys mating before. Of course, I see chickens getting it on constantly, but I imagine turkeys doing the deed would just be an ungodly sight. Shutter.

I know this is completely random and completely uncalled for, but I so desperately want to keep Fiona. We have a potential buyer for her, someone close and someone that we know, but I just can't bring myself to let them put a deposit down on her. I just don't know where I stand with her. Like 80% of me wants to keep her, but then there's the other 20% that's trying to rationalize and do what should be done, which is sell her.

Not 2 weeks ago we were talking about neutering everyone and maybe even re-homing a couple of them. Mind you, this all came about right after David was attacked. Our emotions ran high those few days, so we get a free pass as to why we thought that. Still, even after we decided to not neuter everyone (Logan is still getting neutered), we said we didn't need ANY more gliders, which we don't.

Ugh, I just don't know what to do. If by some chance we keep her, and if Shannon doesn't have a creme-ino girl for me, then I think I'm going to ask Tracy about the little creme boy she has. He and Fi would make the cutest pair! Plus, I'd get my creme finally! Seriously, after that, no more.

Since today is my only day off, I think I'm going to spend it playing the Sims. I know, I'm a lazy bum when it comes to the Sims, but I don't get to play anymore until Thursday. Plus, I haven't played since Friday, so I deserve it.

Love & Peace

-Megan

Since I couldn't decide which turkey egg picture I liked more, I decided to upload them both:

To the devil with false modesty...

I don't have too much to share today, mainly I wanted to unload some pictures so that I don't get backed up. They're nothing special, just a couple of Milla and Zoe.

We had all kinds of storms roll through yesterday, several warnings, and one very scared pup! Milla is a super friendly dog, but she's a loner by nature. Her behavior makes a complete turn around when it's storming -- or just when she's scared in general. There's not a thing you can do to pry her from our sides. 

We dinned up in our nook off of the kitchen last night and Milla stayed right by our side. It's so funny to see such a big dog so scared of something as harmless as thunder. It really brings out the puppy in her.

Today, on the other hand, has been much nicer. Definitely a lot colder, but it's been docile. So much so that someone decided to fish in the lake behind our house. Yeah, imagine my surprise walking in the glider room and seeing a family of 3 fishing. It was a sight to say the least! 

We still haven't seen or heard anything pertaining to Lucy. She's just gone. It's so lonely outside anymore, even though there are still 3 cats out there. Aside from Bart with his extreme vocals, Lucy was the loud one. Constantly squeaking out little meows whenever she wanted food, or just to be loved on. I miss her so.

I don't know why, but I am dreading work tomorrow. It's not as though I'm not there on a weekly basis, but since I took off a couple days this week, it seems like I've been gone for an eternity! I work a grueling 1-10 tomorrow. Standing for 9 plus hours on your feet is not something for the weak, I have to say. Maybe, by some miracle, I'll get out early. Highly unlikely, but you never know.

I guess I'll leave it at that. Hope you enjoy the pictures below...

Love & Peace

-Megan

Our big girl Milla with wide, frightened eyes:

The bone is clearly doing nothing for her, even though she ate about 4.

"Is it ever going to stop storming, mom?"

Zoe loves nothing more than to look out the large, floor to ceiling windows in the glider room:

Such a pretty girl, such a different reflection.

Look at those beautiful cat eyes!

"Hey, who the heck are those people up there?"

Now some gorgeous photos of the rat finks:

"Move Sally, it's my turn!"

"No, Melissa, it's mine!"

Chelsea really has no idea what's going on.

Neither does Emilie.

"I'm just going to sit over here and look pretty."

The end.

She's just gone...

Lucy hasn't been home since Tuesday morning, early Tuesday morning. It's not like her to not come home. She only left one time and was only gone for a little over a day. Even when she first showed up here (pregnant), she didn't run off for days to have her kittens. She had them within a few hours of each other, then came back that same day several different times to eat.

I know I mentioned that she was pregnant again (our own stupid fault), which worries me even more knowing she's about to pop and God know's where!

I think I know what happened, which fucking kills me. I honestly don't know who I know that reads my blog anymore, so I really need to watch what I say. I'm just hoping that I'm wrong about what I'm thinking and maybe she actually did just run off.

If something happened to her, by someone's hand, then I hope it comes back to you 10 fold and you suffer greatly for it. I hope you loose something of yours that means the world to you, something you hold near and dear to your heart.

Ugh, end rant.

Now I'm going to move my mind from the tragedy of the week and on to Seamus. We held him in a bonding pouch for a while last night and he is just to die for!! He is seriously the cutest and sweetest little guy ever! And man is he chubby! I had no idea he had put on so much winter weight! He only weighs 132 grams, which all seems to have collected in the breast area.

He completely flattens on his back when he eats treats, which is a stunning display for anyone to witness. I think we ended up getting 40 some odd pictures between the two of us. And yes, they're all going to be uploaded to this blog. Just see for yourself, you wont regret it.

And now I'm going to move from happy thoughts to my dark, disturbed thoughts. I can't go 10 minutes without thinking of Lucy and where she might be. Alone, scared, hungry, wet from all the storms. It makes me sick to know she's out there somewhere, struggling to find food, a place to have her babies. Just please, keep us and her in your thoughts and hope she comes back to us...

Love & Peace

-Megan

Miss Violet and her little:

Neal's closeup:

Now, prepare yourself for one of the cutest sugar glider experiences in the world:

Is he not the cutest, chubbiest sugar glider ever!?!?

He is just too much.

Time for pictures of papa, who is equally chubby: