Suzy Says

So far, my new year is shaping up to be as festive as my Christmas, and that’s just fine with me. Both the champagne and I will be chillin’ with the kittens.

Audrey enjoyed the spaying experience as much as I had predicted. When I called to check on her post-surgery status, the vet described her as “grumpy”, and said that she was growling every time anyone came near her. Having personally witnessed the Rocky level fight she put up when they attempted to take her temperature, I’m not surprised. I think my reaction to that procedure would have been the same, to tell you the truth.

When I picked her up the following day, the vet had given her an extra shot of analgesic because of the continuous complaining – she wasn’t sure if it was Audrey being her charming self, or Audrey saying she was in pain, so the vet decided to be on the safe side. I wonder if extra complaining results in extra drugs for people, too. If so, I’m all set.

Once Audrey got home and out of her carrier, she raced up and down the length of the house like a crazy cat. I think she thought she could get away from the dreaded cone on her head if she could just move fast enough. I was terrified that she’d pull her stitches or cause some unspeakable interior harm, so I put her back in the carrier until I could locate a kitten sized straitjacket. I set her beside me for the next couple of hours, petting her and keeping my arm around the carrier. When I let her out, she seemed to have calmed down, though she managed to get the cone off in 0.02 seconds, the little Houdini.

I left June in charge last night and ventured into the City to see Jersey Boys with my partner and his two stunning daughters. I have to say, going into the city to do things, instead of actually living there and doing them, makes me feel like such a LOSER. Here I am, leaving the suburbs to go into the big city! Oh boy! Look at them city types, Harold! Ain’t they somethin’?

The theater was built in 1922, and is described on its website as “intimate”. Anyone who’s looked at real estate of any description soon learns what the code words mean: rustic = falling down, cozy = too small for a midget to live in in any real comfort, and so on. “Intimate” in this case meant “as crowded as airplane cattle class”, so I spent the whole show with my knees pressed against the seat of the giant sitting in front of me, with my arms pinned against me in middle seat fashion so as not to crowd the woman next to me who was singing along tunelessly with every song. I was about ready to expire from the heat, claustrophobia, and perfume when the intermission arrived.

The show itself was your basic Broadway musical, though for some reason whenever Jersey or something Jersey-specific was mentioned, the crowd went wild. I might have enjoyed it more if we weren’t stuffed in the back under airline conditions with an abbreviated view. At least I didn’t shell out $85 apiece for the tickets, since it was my partner’s treat.

So much for the hot time in the big city.

Wishing everyone a glittery new year, wherever you may live!