chop chop

my tiny little furball of biting scratching thumbtack hating misery is getting spayed tomorrow. she is currently unaware of her plight. despite the lunacy of it- i kind of feel for her. she's going to have a traumatic day. i actually scheduled it on a friday so i could hang with her tomorrow nite and make sure she's ok. it's weird how ten years ago i'd be repulsed at the concept of staying in to care for an animal, and i'm kind of looking forward to watching some Mad Men and making sure the cats don't kill each other.