Today was such a typical day.  I woke up at Richard Martin’s mother’s house and drove him to work at 7:30 a.m.  I made my face while I read the classified  and finished up the paperwork I had taken to his mother’s last night.  Richard Martin cooked breakfast and I drew up some ads for him, reviewed a contract for him and listened to Donna (his ex-secretary who hangs out in the office all day) tell me all about how her arm got sucked up into the drive through shuttle at Walgreen’s.  If I were that stupid, I sure wouldn’t brag about it.

 

Richard Martin had a hearing to go to at 10:30 and I left for home.  Entering Easy Street, Don’s van stops in front of me and it’s Jon telling me that someone let the lemur out of his utility room and they found blood all over Shatia’s mouth and her cage, but no remains.

 

He’s taking Shatia the Canada Lynx to the vet, only he doesn’t know who she is, only that she’s a Lynx.  I send him on, fearing that it is Shatia and that her cardio myopathy has resulted in a bursting heart.  I go back to her pen and discover that it is her on the way to the vet and  I look the cage over myself for traces of the lemur.  I go inside to call the vet and tell her it is Shatia and remind her of her heart condition only to find out that Jon has left the cat there in a carrier and no squeeze cage or net so the vet can’t sedate the cat.

 

She is foaming blood from the mouth and the vet says it is probably her heart and asks me to send the squeeze cage and net up to her so she can examine the cat without causing enough stress to kill her.  I send Jon back up with the needed supplies.  I go looking for Dad and Kenny Farr who repeat the whole thing over to me and give me more details.

 

They have fixed the place in the fence where the Tiger had climbed over and nearly out the day before.  Richard Martin calls to gloat saying someone has offered him 12,000 for a building I thought he would be lucky to get 4k for.  He wants me to pay up the $100.00 I bet him.   I told him I’d pay it when he had the money in hand.  He asked if I was having a good day and I broke down crying over Shatia.  I’ve had her for five years and raised her from just a few days of age.  I always knew this day would come.

 

The computer has crashed taking with it all of my cat’s health records for the past six years.  I call around for help and am told it will run me $100.00 per hour, so I decide to fix it myself.  Weirdly enough, the first thing I did (reinstall the program itself) worked and I was able to save all of the information I thought was lost.

 

A reporter calls and says a story he is doing about me makes me sounds a really bad and he asked if I could rebut the claims by Don’s kids and Anne McQueen that I fed Don to the Tigers and that I ground him up in the Butcher Boy.  That’s ridiculous because the throat of the grinder is about the size of a half dollar, if that.  I tell him the cats would have killed Don, but that they wouldn’t have eaten him, because they’re fussy, like that.  Not a great answer, but I am sick of stupid people.

 

 

This isn’t the original meat grinder, because I never took a photo of it, but it is the same shape and size.

 

I search for the lemur and then check on the serval who decided to give himself a stroke over having new bobcat neighbors yesterday.  He was shaking so bad a day later that I had locked him in the house so he couldn’t see another cat.  I coaxed him into eating for the first time in two days and felt better about his condition.

 

I’ve just gotten Nirvana through her illness that nearly took her life a week ago.  Susan Aronoff calls, elated that she got the job with Richard Martin and she talks forever.  I get off the phone with her and my attorney calls and can’t get anyone to show up for depositions.  He says the kids have changed their mind again and now they want to finish the deal we agreed to but they want accountings for all quarters since Doug Stalley never has gotten any of the