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Still no call from Cat Depot. Joke's on them, I found another shelter called Satchel's Last Resort, and they have a bunch of cats there. One of whom I am steadily thinking about. She's built like Cleo was, slim and slinky with big eyes and a pointed face. The pictures of her on the website suggest the potential for big personality. She's over a year old, so hopefully past the psycho kitten stage. YOu have to fill out an application just to meet a cat, and they encourage people to meet with them more than once, so I might just do that. I want a cat that likes me. If she's not my cat, she's not my cat.

Also thinking about getting a second cat, as a friend for the first, if she's a cat that has a friend. Cleo wasn't much for companionship, and Qua was much happier as a singleton, so if that's a better idea, I can go for that, too. I just feel bad with them being at home all day with me at work. I leave early in the AM, but I also get home much sooner, too. I should get a cat tree.

I think I will if I get this ancient history bank situation straightened out to satisfaction. ADHD brain strikes again, turns out that I have an orphan account with money for me that I lost track of in the middle of the warranty refund from hell, the car accident, and insurance hubbubbery. It was aan unexpected refund that I think came after the accident, and while I may have lost track of it, I've got a bead on it now, and after all, it's still mine. I want that money.

Second dumb grownup situation at work involving backordered crane chow, a new vendor that's not cutting it, and a potential new vendor who is actually a former vendor who was made of absolute fail. Mercury's in haterade again apparently. That's some stupid shit.

Last Friday I got off work and decided to take a walk through the mangroves to see if the Cat Distribution System might have someone waiting for me. One of the local shelters used to dump cats there, and feed them once a day in the park. There's so much wrong with that, I don't even know where to start. Anyway, it turned out the boardwalk was blocked off due to damage from what had to be Milton or Helene - still not repaired? I figured I would walk around the outside of the park to see if I could access some of the trail from the other side.

No catbeasts were waiting for me, but under the boardwalk by the damaged bridge, there was a young turniphead GBH derping around. "Little blue!" I said, and before I could correct myself, an actual little blue heron jumped out onto the railing "Here I am!" looking very pleased to have been noticed for a change. I immediately turned to fussing over the little blue, and while I did, I heard the annoyed cough of a green heron not far from the shoreline. I watched them fly off like a dart into the mangroves, displeased at the interruption, and once again I had the occasion to observe how much more gravitas the little green herons have compared to the great blues and great egrets. They're so compact and ready to zoop, the color palette is muted, but insanely detailed. Such an underrated bird.

The little blue had some kind of acrobatics thing going on the handrail. It looked similar to something I'd seen one do when they were balancing on some signage a while back. Their sense of balance seems about as good as mine. This one looked like they looked like they had practiced a lot. Good job, little blue.