I just wasted about 10 minutes on something that doesn't exist

I lay in bed last night thinking about things that apparently do not exist.

So I researched it today on the net. Cause I am a researcher and all bad ass and totally want to be ever smarter.

But it didn't exist at all.

I was thinking about how I just started my period and here Lady has been in heat for a week. I wondered if pheromones ever made that species break. Like do we sense each others pheromones. Not in the sense of like getting it on, but for females. Like do we sense one is ovulating, going into heat, whatever. Cause you know that women do that when we get together for long periods of time.

Well apparently what I was wondering doesn't even exist. It can't happen. So it just so happens and is purely a coincidence that this happens to Lady and I.

Whatever.

Fine I won't be a scientist....and I should probally lay off the Vicodin at night.

Call Animal 911!

Quite often I am amazed at the antics of my animals. Brace yourself, I talk about them often enough to just almost step over the line into "Crazy Pet Lady". I am very careful with that. I don't want my legacy on this world to be "The Lady who wouldn't shut up about her animals".

So where was I? O yes, my animals.

So I am here watching the dearly departed Patrick Swayze's all-time most sexiest movie, Dirty Dancing. I look over to find Chester (my male cat) with his face shoved into the blanket. Gosh his life must be so overly devestating if he thinks his best way to go is to suffocate himself in my blanket.

The poor little guy. Ok he isn't so little. I took him to the vet a few years ago, had his manhood taken away, and he blew up. Blew up to about 20 pounds. I have a 20 pound cat, whose manhood is gone, he is slower than molasses, and now is shoving his face into my blanket. Think I should be concerned?