Thursday, September 18, 2008

My name is Oliver.

Oliver Photographed by Shannon

I'm the cat that everyone made a big fuss about. For those of you who don't know it, my story is here. My new owner is kind enough to type this for me. I wanted you all to know that I'm feeling so much better in my new home and am so very grateful to those of you who helped me get better. Below is a list of all of you who donated to help pay off my $2700 vet bill. You are really special people and should be proud of yourselves. Especially on days where you wonder if anything you do makes a difference. It does, and you did.

Those who have hotlinks have their own blogs or sites. My owner has been to them and says they are all very good. She says you better visit them, or else. So, here's to you:

Alex, Alicia, Amy, Anonymous and Jason
Sue, in Memory of her beloved cat Minnie
Abby, in Memory of her beloved cat, Beef Wellington
Jeanne, in memory of her beloved cat Vincent
Cliff, Barb, Brian, Ron, Jeanne, Jennifer, Julia
Bonnie @ Cathartic Ink
My family, Dale and Joan, Cousin Josie and Aunt Margy
Tom aka "The Ghost" aka "awesome upstairs neighbor"
Captain Dave...wow, an airline captain shelled it out for little old me.
Carrie and Brooke, my owner's former Barnes and Noble homies!
Greg B., David H., Elizabeth, Felix, James and Jill
Linda, from Australia in memory of her beloved cat Charlie
Sweetie
From cats, yes cats, Harvey and Sonar. Thanks guys! Way to look out for a brother.
Kristin, Laura, Lorna, Melissa, Tina, Peg, David, Karen and Rob (another fly boy!)
Brooke, Carrie
Cathy and Reese, and Greg my friend and former landlord in Baltimore!
Mark R. and Mark C.
Shannon
Sabrina
Sara @ Furious Muse
Taryn @ Adrasteia's Labyrinth

These are the people who they stepped up for me when I really needed it. Some are nearby. Some in Australia. Some are great knitters and have incredible work to show. One is a Korean War veteran, another a veterinarian. Some are my owner's family and friends. All have in common that they are super duper for helping me out, and many wrote letters that deeply touched my owner's heart or made her laugh.

Oliver Photographed by Shannon

I was scared when I was feeling sick. I was shaking and didn't know why I couldn't keep anything down, not even water. Before my new owner rescued me, I lived in a dirty, filthy place and didn't like it. There was nowhere to walk, sleep or play and it smelled bad. The girl who used to be my owner didn't know how to take care of cats, or herself really.

When I had to go to the hospital, I was frightened because I didn't know what was happening. Now that I've gotten that thing removed from my tummy I'm feeling much better. I even live with a couple more cats. My new owner plays with me and brushes me regularly. She also talks to me a lot, pets me, gives me belly rubs and hugs me. I get fresh food and water every day. And, when I need space she gives it to me. She keeps telling me how so many of you cared about me and how glad she is that there are so many good people in the world. So, thank you for caring. I'm already so much more happy and my coat looks so healthy and shiny.

I'm sure you'll hear a lot more about me on this blog because my owner tends to talk about things a lot here. She tells a lot of people who come to visit her all about you and how you pulled together to pay my vet bill.

So, thank you from the bottom of my heart to the tip of my tail. I look forward to a long and happy life filled with love, thanks to you.

Love,
Oliver the Maine Coon cat

PS: My owner says to email her if she left anyone off the list or if those who are listed want their name to link to their site. Okay, time to go see if I can find any crickets to chase that got into the house.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

To all of you who donated to help kitty. Please make sure that you check your email with the address associated with your Paypal account. You should have two emails from me, as I responded directly back to the address associated with Paypal. One, after you donated and then another that I sent to all. I'm bringing attention to this here, because one person wrote to me and said that he had not gotten my emails. I checked, and saw that he was sending me an email from a different address than his Paypal account. I'd sent my responses to his Paypal email address. So, check them now!

Friday, September 12, 2008

Houston, we have a problem.

Houston, we have a problem.

Thinking of all of you in the Galveston/Houston area who are in the path of Ike. My dad used to live in Houston and we went to Galveston a few times.

Hold on to your butts...and pray. This looks like a monster.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

My mom came to visit and we had a great time. We ate. A lot. She flew in on her birthday and stayed with me in my weensy apartment with three cats, but did just fine. For some reason, my apartment doesn't feel or smell, thankfully, like cat.

For her official birthday dinner, we ate at a place called Lobster in Santa Monica. My mom wanted a place that looked over the ocean and on short notice, it fit the bill just fine. The next day we had brunch at Aroma with Shannon and luckily avoided the direct sunlight while sitting outside. The temperatures rose to around 100 that day.

I'm keeping this post short because I have a lot of work to do and am fighting off some serious blackness today. The whole job searching thing has gotten to me. I'll admit it. I'm pissed off at the whole process and have been feeling like shit because of it. Mostly, I'm angry at the politics involved and the effort that I put into it with little result. I've been on interviews where I've been scheduled to meet three people but only meet with one, because the others are having a "crazy day." It never ceases to amaze me the minuscule amount of effort companies put in to find the right employees that could help their organization. I drove all the way to Woodland Hills to hear that people couldn't be bothered to walk thirty feet and spend a few minutes with someone whom they asked to come in. The only person that I met was someone who didn't seem to be into the interview at all and barely asked me any questions. When I checked the stats for my online portfolio, they hadn't even looked at it to see my work. People, c'mon already.

I've been suffering from a severe loss in confidence. Not on my personal writing, which thankfully is going well, but in my professional life and the process that can get me from A to B. I'm tired of the fight, the ups and downs, the fits and starts and of being "the copywriter."

Yes, I'm frustrated today. I have a ton to offer and it's been bottled up for too long. I know all this will work out in the end, and the underlying message isn't lost on me. I get it. I know. But I don't have to be happy about wading through the bullshit.