Testing Day, Number 2

Hello feline and homo sapien friends!

It's finally over, or so the human tells me. All this testing nonsense comes to a close, and not a moment too soon if you ask me. Today, the human pet had to take some other test so she could get certified in General Education for grades PreK-4. In my honest opinion, homo sapiens have way too much time on their hands to a) write all of these tests b) take all these tests and c) certify themselves for certifiable jobs.

She did well though: 93 out of 100. I think that is good enough to pass.

Also, she had her interview last night, and if you knew how her day went yesterday, you would be laughing. Because this is embarassing to the human pet, I feel the need to share with you the horrific experience Isis and I went through.

You see, at 4 o'clock on Monday morning, the human pet rushed to the bathroom where we heard her flip open the trap door of the litter bowl. She proceeded to make the worst wretching noises we have ever heard. It sounded like she was making her own personal splashes into the litter bowl. It was foul to put it lightly. Not even Isis makes noises or smells like this!

The human pet attempted to get ready for work, but she found herself doing sprints back and forth from the bedroom to the bathroom. It was not looking good for her. She decided to go to work nonetheless, but an hour and a half later, she was right back at home, her face white and pale.

The human pet had food poisoning. A bad case of meatballitis she said. Her theory was simple: The bag of frozen meatballs she had purchased on Sunday had somehow become defrosted, and someone at the local grocery store had put them back, letting them freeze again. It seemed likely, but then again, I have never been to a grocery store nor have I ever defrosted or frozen anything so I simply nodded my head in agreement.

With as much intestinal fortitude (pun intended) as she could manage, she made the hour drive down to the University for her interview. She hadn't timed it very well, and she had managed to make herself an hour and a half earlier than she had intended. She told me later she kept close watch on the bathroom while she waited for her interview.

The interview went well, and she was told that if she passed today on her Generalist EC-4, she would be accepted into their Masters program, which meant also that she got her tuition paid for in full. Books are another story, but I suppose I can cut down on my Cat Chow consumption to help pay for books. It's the least I can do.

She should get final word on her acceptance either today or tomorrow.

So right now, things are pretty good around here...aside from the human pet's belching. Her stomach is still sour, and she doesn't like Isis or I jumping on her tummy. We're just trying to force all of the nasty gas and such out of her body, but the human pet doesn't appreciate our methods.

Until the next time,