SOMEDAYS I WISH I WERE SALLY....

...no worries, no expenses, no crisis in her life.  All she has to worry about is eating and sleeping, and occasionally Tay, the neighbor's cat.  Yes, I could live her life, soaking up the sun on a warm day....

...but I probably wouldn't do it on the hood of a car.

Love you Salad, Evil Zlid, Wombat, Sally Jefferson Jackson Johnson Washington Campbell.

WEDNESDAY WOUNDS

This is Sally (or in this case her split personality - Evil Zlid)...

...and this is RayRay (or in this case Sassy Missy Missy).  They have a love/hate relationship (I believe it stems from jealousy over my love).

 Sally has been known to attack Rachel on two previous occasions:  1) one day when Rachel was sick home from school Sally just scratched her while she was laying on the couch; and 2) Rachel was doing her homework at the dining room table, we had been arguing, I was ready to strangle her, Sally just jumped up on the table and scratched her.  (Don't tell Rayray this, but at that time I thought to myself "Good, way to go Sally!")

This is $40 worth of Dead Sea Salt hand conditioning treatment that Rayray was suckered into buying while at the mall on Saturday.  Yes, the woman at the kiosk saw her coming from a mile away... 

...and this is what Sally did to remind Rachel not to be so haughty and vain!  When Rayray called me at work yesterday you would have thought that Sally (or Evil Zlid) had been chasing her around the house with a butcher knife...I mean, really, Rayray.

Sally...keeping it real!

Injured Sally

My poor kitty has a hurt paw. I had to take her to the vet yesterday afternoon. There were no broken bones. Dr. English said it must be a puncture wound, but he could find no entry or exit because her little paw was soooo swollen. He gave me some antibiotics and told me to keep her inside for a while. He said the medicine tastes really bad, but it is the best that there is for wounds like hers. "Bring her back if it gets any worse."

I took her home and gave her the medicine. Around 8:00 she realized I was not going to let her out, so she went to sleep on the dining room table.

When I woke up this morning I could not believe how much better her paw looked. It was still a little swollen, but nothing like yesterday. She was hardly even limping! I am so glad my baby is on the road to recovery!

Leave me alone!

Here is Evil Zlid. She comes out some time in my sweet heart kitty Sally. She is saying "Leave me alone and quit calling my name to look up at you with that stupid grey and black box you are holding up to your face. At least when you do that I don't have to look at your ugly mug. And thank God that black and white Yodi looking retard is not in here bothering me, always such a spaz, or I would have to open up a can of ......" - Ok Sally that is enough!