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Anyone who knows me knows that my life pretty much revolves around my cat. . . sad, but true. And now my baby boy is very, very sick. They're not sure what's wrong with him, but he hasn't eaten since Sunday, and we've set a money limit that we may quickly expend. I can't think about life without him; I hadn't really cried since last June, and tonight the buckets sort of came. He is in the hospital, and I keep forgetting he's not here. Straightening up, I find his little mice and think that if he was here, I'd dangle it in front of him and he would bat at it.

And anyone who knows me knows that I have a lot of crazy OCD superstitions. I see a lot of people throw around the term "OCD," saying things like, "I'm a little OCD because I make really long shopping lists," and I want to smack those people across the face. Where am I getting at? When my stress levels go up, my OCD goes into high gear. And tonight, as I was sitting on the couch trying to get work done, I started playing with my new "Bop It" pen. It's a pen based on the game, which instructs you to "bop" a button, "twist" the pen top, or "pull" the top of the pen, in quick order, or lose. And I kept playing, thinking that if I thought good cat thoughts without losing, he'd be okay. And you know, it was another hour probably wasted.