I feel bad that I got over halfway through and stopped reading. It's not that I disliked it, I loved it. But I loved it like one loves Doctor Who, or Sherlock, or Supernatural or anything else that makes you smile and then cry and then smile while you're crying.
So, kitties. Today was day 1 at the Kitten ICU (KICU). I didn't give fluids, but I did force feeding. After we finished with everything (less to do in the afternoon than am or pm) we can play with the kitties, but they were all napping.
Dakin (the humane society I volunteer at) is having a Flea Market and asking for baked goods donations for their table. I want to make something, but I'm afraid something will happen and I wont follow through. :/
Reading the #YesAllWomen posts on Twitter make me glad that I haven't faced a lot of what other women have, but also make me realize how twisted it is that I'm glad for ONLY being harassed a few times and finding out men consider me an object indirectly.