"That cat GREEDY"

I paid $100 on the credit card today, and put some money back into my personal emergency fund. 

Had a terrible morning but got Ron to work.  We did what we could and took the money out of the machines.  We put it in a bag and took it to the bank. 

The bank was packed, I found an out of the way corner and sat down... started counting.  Normally we can do this without issue.  Normally people leave us alone.  Normally it is quiet.  None of that applied. 

The bank manager came over to interrogate us, but when he saw it was us he asked a few questions and left us alone.  It was obvious we were putting money into the bank.  I was sitting in a folding chair.  There was another folding chair a few feet away but Ron didn't need it because he's in a wheelchair.  About 1/3 of the way in a thug, complete with sagging pants and gang colors, comes over with his girlfriend who moves the seat 6 inches from me and sits down.  I said "Hell, no" OUT LOUD, stood up with my stuff, moved Ron and my chair several feet away... but they were watching us.  The guy is talking about his criminal activities, etc.  They are both staring at Ron, who is sitting big wads of bills in his lap as he counts them (all of this was $1 bills but ignorant people don't get that).  I am thinking, if we didn't have a million cameras in here I just know Ron would get robbed.  

They were finally helped, and I saw them leave before we did so I feel OK about that, but VERY uncomfortable.  We counted the money, enough to pay me, some for inventory, and some for Ron.  I took $100 of my pay and put it on the credit card.  I pay my debts. 

We called Arturo and left.  We went though a drive through and I got Cleo her burger, that was funny ordering.  I explained what I wanted, the voice on the drive through was annoyed and baffled I basically wanted 2 meat patties.  I explained it was for my cat.  She made me repeat that a few times, then said "That cat GREEDY". 

They got the order perfect.  Not only did I get my food but Cleo got her two meat patties on a lettuce leaf (very artistic) in a box.  I just got waxed paper.  Ron wanted to get more vodka.  I ate my burgers during that.  (I had 2 small burgers for me). 

We went home, the cats were dying... and wanted to eat again.  So I fed them some Mixed Grill.  They liked that just fine but Cleo was full now.  I took my pills (so many pills!) and took a nap.  I slept pretty well and woke up about an hour and a half ago.  I did a load of laundry and talked to Ron, who is in bed and apparently resting comfortably. 

I went in the kitchen and Cleo came over, she is working her way up to "real" meows but does little peeps and squeaks at me, very cute.  I got a small meow so I gave her some beef.  I petted her all over while she ate. 

"Petting is a good thing".  Then she nursed off her mother for a while and Mama Cat wanted some dry, which I gave her.  If she is still nursing she needs more calories.  But I do wonder how long she can go. 

I put some of my pay into my personal emergency fund... not a lot of luxury funds right now but enough to buy groceries, etc.  I have already prepaid for the rest of my root canal so just cab fare Tuesday (Ron does not want to take me). 

I have plenty of pet food, my big plan is to mix up the cans of wet food so the cats have some variety.  I also need to put my clothes in the dryer and get them going when they're done.  But I can hear the washer so not yet. 

I guess I will go work on the cat food, then.