Yesterday, the power went out at work. I was cleaning the stray cat kennels, and my only clue was that the air cut off. It's eerily quiet in that room when the air isn't on because it's always on. The cats are almost always hiding and silently watching.
The temperature was rapidly rising throughout the building. The North Carolina summer is quickly making itself known and temperatures are now in the high 80s during the day and low 60s at night. Which reminds me, we need a car with a/c!
I didn't mind the power being out, despite the unsettling flickering lights that seemed to be agitating the dogs as well as the people roaming about. I didn't mind, that is, until it was time for me to go to lunch. I got my lunch all ready; it was a macaroni bowl. I mixed the sauce and the noodles, then popped it into the microwave to cook for six minutes. The building was on half power, and it seemed like the microwave was working. Until I hit "start", and it went back to nothing.
There were no other microwaves, so other sources of heat. So I checked across the street, but they also had no power. Power was out all the way down to the street, where police were directing traffic because the lights were out.
My husband came and picked me up. He happened to be on his lunch break, too, and Habitat had power and a microwave. It was nice having lunch together, but the travel time cut into my break so much that I didn't get to finish. I also found out, once I got back, that the power came back almost as soon as I left. Dadblastitall.
Sunday, I cut my hand on a can lid. Someone stole the good can opener, so the lid would only come off halfway. I slipped and cut it, then had a time getting it to stop bleeding long enough to bandage it. It was in an awkward spot, of course, so a regular bandage was not sufficient. I got a piece of surgical tape and slapped it on my hand, so it looked dramatic but got the job done. It's fine now, and since the angle was less than 90 degrees, it's barely noticeable.
Last week, I got scratched by an angry kitty. That one bled profusely, as well. Not crazy spraying everywhere, but enough to be inconvenient. A week later, there's just a scar, and I suspect it'll be gone next week.
I didn't realize it at the time, but I made the cat feel threatened while I was cleaning his cage. Better he attack me than a customer. He gave me a whack and then took off. I ran away, as I will do whenever a cat gets loose, and let someone else take care of it. I will not be in the same room as an unleashed, unstable cat.
I have way more trouble with the cats than I ever do with the dogs. Dogs are larger, but their teeth and claws are not as sharp and they respect authority. Every now and then I get a young dog that doesn't respond well to corrections, but those just need a little intimidation. There's a massive Great Dane at the front desk right now, and that thing is way better behaved than the Pit that's there sometimes.
My little one has turned just rotten. She has terrible matters and jumps up when she ought not to. She's been pulling on the leash. Sunday, we came home to find that she had gotten into the bathroom and bedroom trash cans and littered the trash across the floor from the bathroom to the front door. She also ate 3 protein bars. Only thing we know to do about that is not give her access anymore. Now when she's home alone, the bedroom and bathroom are closed off. Bad dog!
