Wednesday, we helped Jon and Kim (our new and only friends!) move into their new place. We found out that the first complex they lived in (which they subleased for only two months) was the location of the first killing of the Gainesville Ripper back in 1990!! CREEPY. They knew which apartment is was and looked up all the details of who and how he killed....gruesome. We were all glad they had already planned to move out! Their new place should be less filled with roaches and more filled with... us. They are ready to be the hosts for game night!
When we walked out of their new apartment the first time, we met 2 surly young neighbors who said 'we hope yall don't mind our loud music too much, ha'. The second time, we met the 4 elevator installer neighbors who were all planning on going to management as a group to complain about the 'motorcycles' and the 'partying at 3 am in the parking lot.' So, we're all hoping that it's mostly exaggeration and the super cool kids will grow up and calm their partying down. We also got treated to Chic-Fil-A as a reward for helping them. I hope I did enough moving to earn it since my recently appendectomy-ed belly can't handle liftting more than 10 pounds! But Jon and Kim were both really grateful that Tommy could help lift the furniture instead of Kim... and we can feel all proud of ourselves for helping them.
The most important part of the day for ME was during the move when.... a kitty came over to see us!! I've been rejected a lot by cats lately.... I really do see them everywhere. And most of the time they like me a lot. We once had a white one follow us on a walk that took us at least a mile away. But all the cats in Gainesville do not want to come anywhere near me. Until Wednesday! He was so pretty. But when he got up close, it was very obvious he'd had a few bad days. His long black and white fur was a little patchy on his face. And when I pet him I realized his bones were sticking out way too much to just be a healthy wild child. It was just heartbreaking. A few weeks ago, Tommy and I went to a vet to play with their pets who were up for adoption, and they told us that one of the dogs had been a rescue off the side of the road. So I decided that the next day, when that vet's office was open, I would take this friendly cat over there so he could get treated and get HAPPY!
So first thing on Thursday, I got alllllll prepared. After I dropped Tommy off, I covered all the seats in the car with our dark and cheap beach towels. I filled a cup with kitty food, and a cup of water. I prayed that God would let this little adventure go well! I definately didn't need a panicky cat to scratch my eye out or bite off an ear.
When I got to Jon and Kim's, I walked down the row they're on calling 'kiiittttyyy'.... but not loudly bc I didn't want to look like a crazy lady.... or, I guess, a REALLY crazy lady. I already looked pretty nutty, since I had a cup of cat food in one hand and my camera on the other shoulder. I walked back to my car and contemplated sitting on the sidewalk, then thought I should take some artsy nature pictures, and then the cat showed up! It was so nice to see him run towards me- how heartwarming. I let him eat out of the cup for a minute (you don't want him to be too full on his first car ride....) and he followed me over to the car. He didn't want to get in but likes being held so I just picked him up and plopped him in!
He got a little nervous at first. But, after living with a cat for a few years, I am very comfortable talking to cats for however long they need. So, I told him he was fine, cars are fun, he's pretty, and generally sounded like an idiot for the fifteen minute car ride to the vet's. About halfway there he decided to crawl onto my lap and rest his little chin on my forearm. SOBB. He really did stink, and I'm sure my car, my apartment, and myself now have fleas, but OH SO SAD.
When we got to the vet, I didn't want to just carry him in if they didn't want him or there were big dogs waiting to get their teeth filed down, so I called from the car. After a few minutes of discussing and filling out paperwork from the window, they took him in and said they would test him for leukemia and aids (in a cat?!) and then would see if he could be adopted. I called Friday and the test was negative and he is getting neutered today so he can have a happy home!! I'm so excited. And I'm really not crazy. I just want animals to enjoy themselves.
And all week, Tommy and Jon have had a special assignment. In their jobs, they were supposed to be meeting all the people who were in charge of things. So they've been having individual meetings with managers and coordinators and directors. But for the next two weeks, they are in "transportation". Basically, they are helping push patients from one department to another. Yesterday, some lady in one of the departments asked him why they were wasting two whole weeks in transportation. Tommy tried to explain they were learning how the whole hospital works because of this one experience. But she just went on and on about how it was a waste of time. And the poor girl who works in transportation was standing there, just listening how her job isn't interesting or worth learning. Awkward...
Also, on the job front! I had a second interview Tuesday which went fine, and then they asked me to come in today (Friday) to meet the other coordinators! That can't be a bad sign, right??
We are just having a full week of unique experiences.
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