Fifth grade All Over Again

I am reading instead of writing. I have had this problem since Harriet the Spy and the Hunchback of Notre Dame, both reading assignments in the fifth grade. Hence the title. your welcome.
I'll go over the series, mostly for me, but a little for you as well.
I'm reading a lot of Jill Shalvis, because that woman is awesome. I've read the first Wilder book, Instant Attraction, which was easy since I own it. then I had to wait for the next two. Damn!
Shalvis' Lucky Harbor series is going well. I just finished the third one, Head over Heels, excellent. then I read the fourth, Lucky in Love in about five minutes. Okay four hours, but it was great. And I just got the fifth, At Last from the library.
Animal Magnestism series is great, read the second, Animal Attraction in a day, then Rescue my Heart in a day. Now I have to wait until November for the fourth.
I read the end of Double Play, the first in her Pacific Heat series, because I'm, bad to the bone and now I'm nervous about reading the entire thing, because I'm stupid like that. I have to read the first in the Sky High series, Smart and Sexy, but I thought they were gonna be short stories but they aren't so I'm a little discouraged. (Short stories don't cause me as much heartache or stress because the problems are resolved quickly.)
I also started Shannon Stacey's Kowalski Family series, which is freaking awesome. I'm just about to start the third one, although I firmly believe the second will be my favorite forever. And Goodreads was so rude about it! ugh, heartbreaking. And I have to read some Inter library loaned books, one of which is the first in the Charmed Ninth Season graphic novel, another with short romances. I feel bad because they brought in a whole bunch of books that I requested but was too impatient for so bought. I mean, I bought all of them. So now I'm getting an inpour of these books and I've already read them all. I feel so guilty.

There are other updates, but I'm gonna wait for a while to talk about them. I already told my mother and she told my dad and they both got pissy about it, so fuck that, I'm not telling anyone else. I'm not ashamed, and I'm not avoiding telling people in case I don't go through with it I won't feel guilty. I just don't want everyone to start harping on me. These people can be real annoying.

So, I'm gonna go type up some ideas, and I think I'm gonna use the blog post space to do it, since I'm able to type away here. Microsoft Word intimidates me, APPARENTLY. So, happy typing. Wish me luck!!

Bathroom <- this is a horrible title. I'm very sorry

This will be TMI. Just so you know.

I have a very strong relationship with my bathroom. There are positive aspects, like showers and cleaning and fresh towels. I like all that. then they is the other side, the dark side, the one I don't talk about. The toilet wars.

Dun, dun, duh!

I don't eat wheat. No, scratch that, I don't eat wheat, or gluten or anything that has "whe" or malt in it. Except cheese. I eat the hell out of cheese. So, don't eat gluten. this means I don't eat breads or crackers, which would normally provide a large amount of fiber to my diet. So....no fiber. So when I go to the bathroom, that stuff shoots of out me. Unfortunately, that's not the end of this story.

I also eat food that isn't too great for me. for instance, cheese. See my relationship mentioned above? Yeah, I LOVE cheese. I like cheddar, feta, and brie. I like mozzarella, i like soft cheese, and hard cheese and the fake cheese that you buy for nachos and the fake cheese you sprinkle onto your pasta. Me likey cheese. Cheese likes me too. Cheese remains for a long time, if you get my drift. So I can spend a week or two going fiber-lite, with frequent bathroom breaks and all. Then I'll attack some cheese and not go forever. this is what has happened here. Not only do I suffer from eating only the slightest bit of gluten by getting instant bathroom visits (I live out of that bathroom, if you're getting me here) or I can spend the day reading trying to go to the bathroom from an attack of the Cheese. So, 30 degrees outside plus humidity, and I get to hang out in my bathroom trying not to explode and/or cry.

You are very welcome for the visual
Have a great day, and AVOID THE CHEESE.

Dun, dun Duh!!!!

Ha, I'm just kidding. go eat some cheese. Save some for me. I'm getting some feeling back in my legs.

June 16

I've been focusing on music and tv lately. I quit my job in May, which was awesome and am not really searching for a new one. So I watch movies and listen to music. I've memorized the words to When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars and Pontoon by Big Little Town. And I do sing them better. Its nice to just sit upstairs and belt away my favourites and relax. Jesus, I am relaxed. don't get me wrong, I understand that I need a job, I need to help pay bills, start putting away for a house, need to finish up my high school and unattatch myself from my mother. But for today, and maybe even tomorrow, this is nice.
We have a tornado warning in effect, its storming every ten minutes but its nice. I adore stormy weather, so this is a little perfect. Two sisters just left after father's day dinner and the eldest is coming in July. My parents are still struggling with bills, I'm still in a slump, my grandmother is still manipulating and favouring all her other children over my mother, one of my sisters is still an asshole, but I'LL BE OKAY. I think that's what I have to remember, what I have to keep repeating. Is that I WILL get better and I WILL succeed. I need to do it for my mom and my dad and the sisters and to write all the books, and for me. I can't keep letting the depression kill me, stop letting it control my life and my actions. I need to write everyday, and I need to see my friends, and I need to read and I need a job. Geez, I'm exhausted. Talk to you later

Shit, I Missed a Day

Nope. Didn't get to post a picture today, cause I worked from way too early in the morning until one this afternoon. It blew fucking chunks. So you can take a look at all the Terry Pratchetts I have. Checks are owned and 'x's are read. Enjoy. and yes, I did make all those check marks. aren't I awesome?

 Your welcome

New Idea That Will Not Last, We All Know This

Made on Best Buy post pad, as you can tell by the hole.

Take a picture everyday, HOPEFULLY next time it will include my face, but man do I really suck at taking pictures. They're either fuzzy and I've taken eighteen but picked the fuzzy one, or they have the most fucked up angles ever. I don't meind my double chin but we have to see the note. Obviously. 

Plans

To me honest, I don't actually like talking about myself. So I'm gonna use a starting phrase that will help to

I have been feeling...
I had thought......
I plan to......

And so on and so forth. This might help to organize my thoughts since I'm honestly all over the fucking place.

So I'll get started. I have two plans to maintain this month and I will explain them to you. First, I will be committing to Nanowrimo, which is short for National Novel Writing Month. This takes place world wide and I will be working with my friend Sarah. We're not working together, but we're gonna spend time going over our ideas and help each other plot our storylines. I feel that this is NOT going to work because the two of us are so completely opposite and our minds work so differently. But we'll try. Sarah also has a new place, the first in our group to have their own place.
Second, November will be the first No-Books-For-Ashley month. I'm not allowed to buy any book for any price and I'm not allowed to order any either. The only exception is the fall booksale at the public library. This will probably be the last sale until the spring so I want to get in their to get some great deals. But I was spending too much money on books, going to the libraries, this constant yard sale, Value Village, etc.
So I'm gonna be really fucking pissed for most of November. Its gonna be fun!
Not.

I'm Back!

I was rereading an old draft from back in June (maybe May?) when I received devastating news. It was titled WTF? since I'm very much to the point. Obviously.

"Just one thing, a tiny thing that kinda just shook my brain up.

1) The Pittsburgh Penguins traded Jordan Staal to Carolina. What? What happened? I'm starting to tear a little. This is just? Just, WHY? Why would you do this? How could this happened? I think I'm in shock. And

2) He's now married. What? Why wasn't I informed!? This is angry. That's three out of four Staals married and I'm pissed. What is with these cute guys getting married? Why don't they wait until they're forty then get it over with? Don't they understand the rules? Next thing you know, Sidney Crosby will be getting married.....OMG. Please don't let this happen. I'm venerable enough. I don't need that as well. Oh, Hockey Gods, please don't do this to me!"

I read it, and I go...So? Who cares that he plays for Carolina and is married? BTW, Marc-Andre Fleury also got married this summer, although he's too French for me. But really, all I want is my hockey BACK! I don't care who plays for who, I don't give a shit who's married. I WANT TO WATCH HOCKEY! You got that NHL? You guys are being dicks.

In other news, since I haven't written (wrote? I am not a grammar bug) since June or July, there is a multitude of things that have occurred. First, I got a job. Little convenience store no biggie, good hours not tons of work and good people to work with. Or so I thought..... Apparently, I had been accusing people of stealing and hadn't even known about it. How did I not realize you ask? There's two answers: either I've developed a sever but short case of amnesia, or b) someone has been lying/taking my words out of context. Yes that's three, but shut up. So basically I'm pissed. I don't want to work with two girls you've lied about me and said I accused them of something I would never ever suggest. And my manager won't tell me who they are! So every time I go into work, I'll look at my coworker wondering if she's the one. Did she go and lie to the manager about me? Does she thinks that she's won. I haven't worked since the accusations reached me because I've been sick, but now my manager probably thinks I look weak (especially since I cried because a) this is my first job, b) my first major problem and c) I'd been taking very strong hormone medication to deal with the PCOS. So, yeah, work kinda sucks ass now.
Okay, now the summer is over. It's freezing here, and its the beginning of October. I haven't been to school in a week because I've been sick, but my track record before that wasn't great either. I haven't seen my counsellor in months, since about the end of May and am feeling real low. I'm going to have to get a new one (Damn!) and rehash everything from the past four years. Wow, I hadn't really realized it's been four years. I'm old.
But, I know that I want to get a computer of my own up and running before the end of October. I'm gonna make Big and Big's Boyfriend a quilt for Christmas and I think a medium size pillow/bed for their dog. I have no idea what to get Bigger and her boyfriend, and what I should do for my eldest sis out in Saskatchewan. But I'll figure it out.
I've got one of my stories outlined (Yay! Applause!) and now I have to start writing it. I think I'll change it to third person omniscient and include journal entries from the main character's point of view. This is a big step, since I've had the characters and the setting and the whole world created for years now, but the characters (mainly the protagonist) didn't possess enough flaws to make a good plot, so I couldn't do anything with it. But I fixed that! Yay!

So I think that's all for now. I've been reading Refab with Anne Stuart that's giving me ideas about goals and how to deal with certain things (ie. Anne Stuart is overweight like me and has depression like me) so I'm gonna set some goals for myself as well.

1. Start writing. Even a little
2. If I don't feel like writing fiction, come on the blog and yammer here. No one reads anything, so I'm perfectly safe.
3. Apply for new job.
4. Smaller portion (made a good plan already!) and no eating after nine.
5. Slow down on the books
5. Spend wisely.

Alright, that's it. Everyone have a good day/night and I'll see you soon!

P.S. Did you know that Blogger doesn't recognize Yay? Isn't that sad? Or is that just me?

ABC's of Ashley

Yes, I did steal this meme from her because I don't post enough, and it looked like fun. So here goes.

A. Age: 18. Legal to vote, but I can't drink. Damn Ontario laws!

B. Bed size: King (technically two singles put together, but let's not be choosy)

C. Chore that you hate: Decluttering with my mom. Because she really sucks at decluttering.  

D. Dogs: Does my sister's dog count? Because I think he really should.

E. Essential start to your day: Peeing. Wow, I really have no schedule. Can you guess I'm a teenager? 

F. Favorite color: Purple.

G. Gold or silver: Gold, because it goes really well with my skin tone and I like gold jewellry.

H. Height: 5'7 3/4 (and yes, that 3/4 matters)

I. Instruments that you play: Guitar, violin and flute, though all of them mediocre.

J. Job title: Awesome. Or Student. or Daughter/Sister. But Awesome pretty much covers it.

K. Kids: None. (Cat doesn't count because she hates me)

L. Live: Sudbury. Northern Ontario. Canada.  

M. Mother's name: None of your business. (Lisa, but don't tell anyone!)

N. Nicknames: Ash, Nemo, Marie, Judy.

O. Overnight hospital stays: Tonsil removal (I wonder if there's an official name for this, but I'm too lazy to google it)

P. Pet peeves: People telling me I'm being mean. You think I don't notice? Perhaps I'm being mean for a reason, you idiot. Get away from me before I kick you in the shin 

Q. Quote from a movie: All I can think of is "Truth? you can't handle the truth!" and I've never even seen that movie. Dear god.

R: Right or left handed: Left. There are so many things that I can say about this, but I'll just leave it be. For now

S: Siblings: Three of 'em, none of whom know about this blog so I cannot tell you their names.

T: Travel favorite: Really anywhere that I have to travel in a car for an extended period of time. I just like riding in cars.

U. Underwear: Really, let's not mention it.  

V. Vegetable(s) you hate: Celery, because its stringy and not in a good way like pineapple.

W. What makes you run late: What makes me really late is having control over my schedule. Because I'm honestly the slowest person in the damn world (or at least in my acquaintence) 

X. X-rays you've had: For my teeth. Because I'm crazy like that.

Y. Yummy food that you make: Ah, so many things. Potato salad is my favourite.

Z. Zoo animal: Monkeys. And I have no explaination for this

Ah, aren't you glad you know all this?
And look, this is the post where I revealed my name. Isn't that nice. Did you catch it? Huh, go back, look it over. Ah, there you go

Been Busy

So, it's been around two months since I've posted. BUT! I have been busy with a whole bunch of shit.

I've been.....
                     Knitting

I've been doing a lot of knitting. I'm making a blanket. It started as a throw, but man is it growing.

I also went book shopping to expand my empire, I mean, collection

Yeah, I'm a book slut, I know.

The cats are good, thanks for asking. Baby was attacked by a cone, since she had some organs removed so she couldn't have babies. Chopsticks has two pictures because she is freakishly photogenic. I mean, really! Go back and look at her. So cute. Aww!

I've also been making my prom dress. I started yesterday, and prom's on friday. Yeah, I planned ahead, can't you tell?

And I made rice crispies, which by and far is the most important thing here

There. I posted. Now let me get on with my crap.

I Made Cookies

I don't make cookies. Cookies are generally, yuck. But I made cookies tonight, with tapioca flour, corn starch, potato starch and rice flour, because I'm gluten-free and chocolate, because I'm me. It was mainly for the chocolate, since the 'rents refused to allow me to eat handfuls of chocolate chips. The dough started good, and I ate most of it before cooking, but the cookies. Well...

They sorta spread out and burned a wee bit. Then...

Became FLOWERS! What?! Yay! Hooray! I didn't even realize I could spell hooray. Cool Shit. Anyway. They weren't cooled in the middle, but...

But I ate them anyway. What? There was chocolate.

And I really like pictures.

Ah, with milk. Have a good night everyone.

Snow Day Number 2 of January

   It sounds like an official title, but really, that's a lie.
 
         Dear 2 foot pile of snow in my driveway,
I hate you. It has nothing to do with your looks, your personality or your attitude. This hatred occurs mainly because you exist, and more importantly, you exist in my driveway. At first I didn't really notice. Only after you tried to trap my father leaving for work did I become aware of your existance, and learned that I need to remove you. This hatred grew when I spent my Wednesday sleeping, mainly from 7:30 that morning until 2:30 that afternoon, which happened to be the exact hours that I have for actually going to school. The hatred then compounded when I was told to use the snow floe. I hate the snow floe. Many of my childhood winter days tried to sit in that stupid ice floe in order to be pulled around my yard. I could never sit the snow floe. I could never catch it as my parents pulled it around, trying to clear the snow.
   So really, this hatred has nothing to do with you exactly, but the fact that I had to move you created this animosity. But mother insisted, and you were removed. Slowly, and having to return twice and heat up with a hair dryer, I pushed you almost completely onto the road for the plow to push away. I killed you. ah ha ha ha ha ha! But, and this makes me want to cry, just a little, you came back yesterday, AFTER I had cleared you, and now you are back, mocking me. You are a bastard, and I will defeat you, because I really have no choice since my mother will make me shovel you later. I hate you, you ugly whore.

To the blog, Not you pile of snow. I shall be back later with pictures. Or I'll google white and post that, because its really snowy here.

I've been thinking (surprise!)....

I have been thinking about my anonymity for about a week now. This blog is a way that I can talk without having to sensor myself as I do in my house and at school. At home, I don’t talk about school because it gets too complicated and I feel as if I should be able to deal with all the stuff at school by myself. It’s a part of my life that’s just mine, that I don’t have to share with anyone else. And the thing is, I’m an intensely private person. At school, I have to force myself to talk to my friends about my life. I’ve never had best friends before so after six years, I still feel like a beginner. So this blog is where I can yammer on about anything, any time I want for as long as I want.

               I wonder whether I should use my real name here. It’s similar to what I want to do when I start writing. Should I use my name, or use a false name or just a false surname? It’s driving me crazy, but I’ll think about it some more later.

               In other news.... Christmas here was uneventful. I don’t say that to be mean, but it stopped being exciting when I stopped asking for toys. Christmas kinda ends when the toys go away. Christmas is also unexciting because I`m jobless so I can`t buy anyone presents which is screwy. I wanted to make people gifts instead, but I don`t know what anyone wanted. I really suck at Christmas. I never know what anyone wants. I`m whining a lot. Let us continue on a different strain now.

               Big moved out. I`m kinda upset because, you know I miss her and shit. But then I`m like, fuck it. Let her live her life and let her be. Fuck her, let`s focus on me. And she`s getting a dog, so I`m so freaking excited.

               Ooh, so I got things to do. I`m going to be cutting out the material for a dress this afternoon and it will be done by the end of the break on the ninth. Ninth doesn`t have an e in it? What is this world coming to!? Or whatever. Other things to do before the break is over is to write a comparison essay about Carol Shields` The Stone Diaries and John Updike`s The Witches of Eastwick.  So excited! Not. I have to read about four books before the break is over, and I can`t do it. I`m freaking. No not really. But I do want to read some books over the break. I also need to look into Bigger and Mom into Etsy because they both need to start selling their stuff. Mom and I also need to blog because Mom made me get a blog about etiquette. Because I`m so classy people. I know, you could tell.

               I was thinking about hockey players for a couple of days now (because I've been watching hockey, reading hockey crap and waiting for the Winter Classic), and I have a list I want to meet. I just thought I`d put it down because I keep forgetting which ones I want to meet.

1.      Sidney Crosby because it`s Sid and I just want to look at him, and got I have a huge crush on him! But don`t mention it to anyone)

2.      Jonathan Toews because I really want to tell him about a million jokes and see him smile because making Captain Serious smile would be like bringing an extinct species back to life. Or something less noteworthy. Whatever.

3.     Steven Stamkos so I can become his best friend and call him Steve, which really pisses him off, but he`ll be such good friends that I won`t notice.  

4.     Jared Staal because he`s the underrated Staal brother and I think he needs some attention. Not dirty attention you perverts. Geez.

5.     Alex Ovechkin just to see whether I could understand him. And I`d wanna hang out and play basketball or something, because it would just be interesting.

There are others, but that's all I can think of for now. Life is cool. Been watching That 70`s Show for the past week. It`s nice. I also watched Miracle. That was good too.  Man, I`m just a jabbering today aren`t I? Night peeps.

              

  

The Things I'm Doing Other Than Homework

So I haven't posted in months, so now I've made a rule that I'll post on every day I don't go to school. Therefore, I will post more often. Yay!

According to that rule, I should also have posted on Tuesday because I got suspended. I wish it was badass, but the punishment was for being late.

Right now, I'm supposed to be writing a four page essay on Timothy Findley's The Wars. Sounds fun eh? NOT!

I'm reading 55 books right now, and I need to read thirteen of them by the New Year or I don't get a badge on my Goodreads page. Ah, the little things in life.

Watching the second season of That 70's Show for about the third time.

Bored, with VIDEOS!

I was Googling George Carlin, because I was watching him on youtube and when I was examining the influenced, I notcied a man named Bill Hicks. Then George mentioned him, so I clicked on his link and found some videos. I likey. He's a little quiet, but it's cool. And yeah, I am this boring in life.

P.S. Biggest is down for a week. Suh-weet!! And I've read like six books in the past five days and I still need to write an essay that was due on Thursday. Oops.

I laugh exactly like he does. I know, freaked me out too. I have to go read other people's blogs now.

Things that Happened Since We Last Spoke

  Which occurred sometime last week when I spoke about marble busts. What?, you say. You spoke of marble busts (or is it busks, huh)?! How exciting, how adventurous. Anyway.

1.    Blogger has changed its template (program, oh whatever, its the viewy thing), which I do NOT like. I didn't like the other one either, so you can ignore this one. Wow, I feel like I'm trying to make a list on Microsoft Word, which I cannot do, and everything is fucking up.  
2.    I decided to clean my laptop (aka Marco, yes he does have a name) keyboard. This was a bad idea because a) I had no idea how to pop keys bad into place b) I have split salsa, a whole glass of water and either a smushed raspberry or a strawberry on the whole thing so it is disgusting. I also have four cats, so it is HAIRY in their. But fortunately, armed with a good number of Lysol wipes (which I use for everything. Lysol, honey, you wanna hook me up I could wax on and on about the power of Lysol in all forms. Call me. Uh, well email me. Just get in touch babe.) Right, so the keyboard is clean and all. Well its kinda clean. All the salsa blotches are gone, so yay! Sadly, some of my keys don't like staying put and pop out randomly and the other one enjoy sticking or jamming. Fun times we're having, me and Marco. Dear Marco gonna get a kick in the screen and a trip to the dumpster. Don't fuck with me Marco, I'm warning you. 
3.     I listen to "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People around 43 times today. I think I'm in love. 
4. I wasted, I mean, enjoyed an entire day, an endless ten hours volunteering at the large Petsave. There were around two hundred cats and ten dogs. I was in frickin heaven peeps.

Shit that's gonna/got to happen
1.       I have to reschedule my appointment with my pediatrician. Yes, I have a kid doctor. You pause and probably say, isn't she seventeen? Yeah, I am but the internal doctor I was supposed to have doesn't take any patients younger than eighteen so I got a kiddie doctor. It sucks because I have to sit in a room with little kids every couple of months with my mom. Picture giant me, 5'8, build like a shithouse trying to blend in around three and two year olds. I love hanging out for twenty or thirty minute in an awkward situation. Ever happens again you call me up!
         The situation blows for a second time because my doctor's secretary asked to speak with my mother for my information because apparently I either don't know or am a liar. I know its policy but Christ lady, I'm old enough to be here with my own kid. You think I don't know my own goddamn address? It's funny that they won't take information from you at the age of seventeen but at eighteen I'll what, suddenly become an upstanding citizen and never lie and tell the whole truth? Oh please AND bite me.
          I have to reschedule because I procrastinated (there Mother, I admitted it. Are you happy?) and didn't schedule glucose testing until last Wednesday. The lab could only schedule me on the 15th of Spetember, which is a week before the doctor's appointment and the results take at least two weeks to come back. 
2.       I will be returning to school in under twelve hours. I'm so freaking nervous that I feel like vomiting. More on that later.                                                                         
            This rambling thing that occurs in the posts in very much true. If it doesn't contain rambling then it has probably been edited. I ramble and I try to just let everything flow when I write on here. If I do it here, I suppose, then I won't do it on assignments or essays in school and I (hopefully) won't do it as much at home. So if you don't like it, you can leave, because I'm sure it won't be a changing.                                                         
     Finally, if I go missing or wind up dead, check the laptop for any dents. (Marco probably did it) Heh, love you Marco <smiles winningly> 

Because you need the song stuck in your head too. 

The amnimals II (From Lilo and Stitch. I remembered the movie!!)

  I've recently become obsessed with puppies. I don't want a puppy, no not at all. In fact, every time I look at puppy, I go "ah, cute! way too much poop". Oh, yeah, poop is the main reason. But I love all animals, but right now, a puppy isn't in the works.
  I think I'm upset because I recently made a very serious decision. To me, the decision is epic, to the rest of the world, not so much.
  I mentioned recently that my family and I found a little black pregnant kitten in the backyard. Yeah, she did end up pregnant and a little over three weeks ago, she gave birth to two tiny, fuzzy adorable little kitties. One is black with a white under belly, she is so fricking adorable, and I named her Black n White (oh yeah, I'm original). The other one is mainly black like her mom, but she has blotches of white and gold and orange. Her original name was Reese's Pieces, because she looks like peanut butter and chocolate, but that name was veetoed (even though they're technically MY cats) and we all call her Peanut Butter.


Six weeks later, when I got around to finishing this post...


The big decision that was made is that we can't keep Black n White and Peanut Butter. They will be going to Petsave, the organisation where my mother and I volunteer as soon as possible. They will get lovely homes and live with good people. I have to tell myself this because if I even think otherwise, I feel like I'm gonna cry. They are evil little kitties, but somewhere deep down they're good too. Well maybe. Here are pictures. 

Black n White, sleeping

"You're an idiot" Peanut Butter's so hostile

"Don't take my damn picture! I'm gonna move, such to screw up you picture! Ha!" 

They both look evil. Mom and baby.

If you're good, you get more photos. And yeah, they swear a lot. They did grow up around me and Big. Big's swears more though. 
    Alright, get gone. Go pet a cat. Unless they're outside and will swipe you and you get rabies or cat scratch fever, like my sister Bigger. The fever, not rabies, although the rabies would explain a lot about Bigger. Just kidding. Uh, not. Just be good to cats people. Oh, and dogs. Yup, still obsessed with puppies.