I just received a couple of new Catnip Cigars in the mail today. (And thank God I was home for lunch when the package arrived--otherwise I'd have nothing but a shredded, empty box on the porch, and every cat in the neighborhood would be stoned and wandering aimlessly in search of munchies.)
Have you cat people tried these? A friend turned me on to them years ago--the cats LOVE them. And they're durable. They'll last forever. Or at least until a certain foster dog (Damn it, Wiley!) gets hold of them. Ahem.
At any rate, the new toys arrived, I unpacked them (with a great deal of help) and returned to work, wishing I could be the one rolling around on the floor in ABSOLUTE BLISS, clutching the toy to my chest, licking it like crazy, eyes rolled back in my head, not a care in the world.
It's not fair, damn it. Why do they have all the fun?
Here's a quick update on the Match front: a few more "winks," none of which I felt compelled to return, no email response from the guy I emailed back on Monday, BUT, I did go ahead and email the "mutual wink" guy. He emailed me his phone number, and we talked for over an hour last night. He's brand-new to town, and I might help him look for an apartment this weekend. Kind of an odd first date, I guess, but I think it could be okay. He doesn't know the city at all, so he really could use the help. We'd have plenty of time to chat, with a specific task at hand to prevent any long awkward moments, plus I get to see what some of his tastes are. So, we'll see. That's assuming he does indeed follow through. It's the follow through what gets 'em, every time. Heh.
I've also got a couple of parties to go to this weekend, I MAY be passing Wiley off to a friend on Sunday (fingers crossed!) to see how he does at her house, I need to clean the house and mow the lawn, and if I have any spare moments, I think I'll try rolling around on the floor and orgasmically licking a catnip cigar. It looks so fun!