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Nice PUSS!!!

Sunday, October 13th I woke up with a sore throat. Not thinking much about it I continued through out the day doing my normal lazy Sunday ritual (meaning absolutely nothing except watch TV with the girlfriend).

Monday rolls around and my throat is killing me. It gradually got worse when I went to the office and went home feeling very ill. Tuesday and I had a bad fever, then could barely swallow anything so I headed off to the Intellicare clinic in IT Park from whom we have or company HMO with. The Doctor their examines me and says my tonsils are inflamed and filled with white puss and diagnoses me with strep throat. She prescribes a mouth antiseptic and antibiotic that I am supposed to take once a day.

A week goes by and there is absolutely no improvement so I head back to Intellicare for a follow-up. The Doctor there has no clue so she referes me to an Ear, Nose, Throat Doctor at the top rated hosptal here in Cebu (Chung Hua). Wednesday I visit the Doctor and he tells me I do not have strep throat, I have tonsillitus and that I wasn’t prescribed a strong enough antibiotic.

To make a long story short, I get the new prescription filled and I started feeling better two days after taking it. It’s been 5-days thus far and am feeling so much better now. So Intellicare had me waste one whole week in bed with the fever and chills with a bad diagnoses.

At least I have had two good things come about this. I lost a lot of weight from not being able to eat for two weeks and I quit smoking.

 

Pie Baking Contest Winner = Managerial Candidate?

Four companie’s and only one qualified supervisor…myself. 15-hour work days and just getting enough time set aside to spend time with the girlfriends on the weekend.

I will have to make some changes soon. It’s amazing to see how many applicants respond to our job postings for a managerial position, yet not having any notable experience to qualify them for such a position. I guess for most people, it’s all about the ‘title’. They want to be a manager, so they try to come up with some of the most off-the-wall credentials when applying for such a position. I even had one applicant make notable presentation that she came in First Place for a Pie Baking contest. WTF???

I like eating corn nuts. You know corn nuts…it’s the, “Ultimate Crunch”.  The original brown jug toasted corn snack with a variety of flavors such as Bar-B-Q, Chile Picante, Ranch, Original, Nacho Cheese and butt burning Caliente mix.

It was Saturday night…Me, the wifey and the helper went grocery shopping.  I recentlly made it a habit to go along with them since a majority of the food purchased would be for my consumption.  My wife’s palate isn’t as complex as mine. She can eat fish and rice seven-days a week for the rest of her life. Where as, I need a little variety.  The last time I had them go grocery shopping by themselves we ended up with the smallest cuts of meat and the rest of it being vegetables. Ugh!  We also make it a habit to go out to dinner prior to getting the groceries so we won’t over spend. You know what I’m talking about. You go to the grocery store on an empty stomach and end up purchasing everything you see on the shelves. Down the line, most of it would be wasted and would end up getting tossed in the garbage when it expired.

After shopping, we get back to the house around 8PM and it’s already dark.  I make the turn to enter the driveway and as the headlights come into the view of the gate I see two small beady eyes staring at us from the darkness. It’ my dog ‘Totskee’ , sitting there waiting for us to come home.  The helper jumps out of the car then opens the gate. My dog is afraid of the car so I give the gas pedal a good few stomps to rev up the engine, this is a signal for the mutt to get out of the way.  Upon hearing the revving engine he patters off and hides in the bottom rung of the shoe rack.

As we start unloading some of the stuff in the dark, I hear a faint sound coming from the corner of the yard. We didn’t have a chance to turn on the outside flood lights yet so I  cautiously made my way out the edge of the driveway. As I got closer to the palms planted along the edge of the concrete, I was just beginning to make out the odd sound.  It was a faint yelping noise coming from behind one of the plants. I carefully bend over to peer around the vegetation as by now I knew exactly what it was. Hiding behind the palm was a small kitten that haphazardly wandered into the yard and into the territory of my mongrel mutt.  It seems that Totskee was terrorizing the poor little creature prior to our arrival. It was cowering behind the palm and situated itself in  a small nook so my dog couldn’t get at it. By this time, my dog ran up behind me and started yapping and yelping like a rabid canine. The kitten was small, I estimate it being about 2-3 weeks old. Even though it was so small, it was putting up some good self defense (what I call Cat Fu) trying to keep my dog at bay. Every time Totskee got close enough it would claw and hiss  ferocious enough to scare my dog.

I carefully grabbed the ball of fur behind the neck and gently lifted it up and out of my dogs sight. It was a cute little bugger. White with yellow splotches and very malnourished. I brought the kitten into the house and tried to feed it some milk but she just stared at it, then stared at me and pattered off into the corner.  I proceeded to poke my head into the refrigerator and saw some of my wife’s left over fish. I grabbed a small chunk and tried feeding it to the kitten. It smelled it, took a couple bites and scampered off again. I was puzzled, it looked hungry to me, but wasn’t eating? I placed the kitten in a laundry basket with a towel then proceeded to watch some TV.  I figured I’d wait a bit then attempt to feed it again later thinking the cat’s probably still getting over ‘Totskee Shock’.

Around 10PM my wife presents me some corn she boiled.  I wasn’t hungry and only ate half a cob’s worth then placed the remaining half in the kitchen sink with the plate.  This had reminded me to check on the ball of fur. I walked into the dining room, picked up the little runt, who was now sleeping in the folds of the towel. As soon as I lifted her up it started yelping again. I placed the kitten on the kitchen counter while I opened up the refrigerator to grab another piece of fish. By the time I looked back, the cat was gone! Then I noticed the runts tail sticking out of the kitchen sink.  The Little ragamuffin spotted the corn cob and dove in. She was chewing and gnawing on it like a tiger with a fresh kill.  It only took a minute for the ferocious feline to eat the remaining kernals from the corn cob.

Playing inside the entertainment center.

First time I ever seen a cat that eats corn. This kitten loved the stuff! To make a long story short…I ended up adopting the furball.  It’s been with us a couple days now and has started getting used to me and Totskee.  She likes crawling on my chest and curling up on my shoulder while I watch TV. She even responds with a few meow’s and prances out from her hiding spot behind the big screen TV when I call her name.

“Come here ‘CORN-NUTZ’, come here ‘CORN-NUTZ’.”

I’ve been assisting my crew trainers with the training of one of my new employees for the past few days. This means I’ve been working at nights again. So I’ve been heading to the office around 6PM and getting home around 3AM.

Just the other night I was glad to get home from a hard days worth of work. I wasn’t tired yet so I planned on watching a little TV before hitting the stack. My usual evening ritual is to get dressed down to my pajamas and brush my teeth.

Around this time I was in the master bathroom getting ready to squeeze out the tooth paste onto the brush then out of the corner of my eye I noticed my wife standing to the left of me.  What really caught my attention was the fact she changed her hair style again. Normally her hair is shoulder high with a faint tint of creme with reddish tint, it was also kind of curly towards the ends. Although, this time her hair was, like an oil slick. Similar to the hair dews those actresses/models sport in those Creamy Silk hair conditioner commercials on TV. Her hair was now long, straight and black colored as the dead of night.  I turned my head to compliment her, but before I could get a word out of my mouth, she was gone.

“Hmmm…” I thought to myself. I guess she just popped into the bathroom to get something and left quickly. I placed my tooth brush back down on the countertop and walked into the master bedroom. She wasn’t there either and the door was closed. “Funny…I don’t remember hearing it close”, I thought to myself.

So I opened the door that leads into the hallway and walked outside the bedroom. All the lights in the house were turned off, just as I left it when I walked in. It was 3:30AM by this time and I have a habit of turning off the lights when I leave a room to conserve electricity. 

Curiosity was really building up now because I was thinking my wife was not only skilled at hair dressing, but she also has the skills of a Ninja because when I turned on the hallway light I still couldn’t find her. So I proceeded to walk down the hallway to check the guest bedroom.

Sometimes when I work the graveyard shift, she and the dog will sleep in there waiting for me to come home. She gets scared easily and since the guest bedroom is close to the maids quarters she feels more at ease.

At the end of the hallway I opened the door to the bedroom and turned on the light. I found her on the bed asleep with  my dog Totskee curled up on laying on top of her feet.  Totskee let out a big  yawn as I walked in then stared at me with droopy eyes and welcomed me with a sleepy wag in his tail. I pat Totskee on the head and proceeded to check on my wife. That’s when I noticed her hair.

It was the same! Shoulder high with a faint tint of creme with reddish tint!

I left all the lights, closed the guest bedroom door and locked it. Then dove under the sheets with my wife and dog.

“I can always brush my teeth tomorrow”,  I said to myself..

Totskee dreaming about fish.

It’s 10PM, working at home and I hear a weird groaning noise coming from the corner of the room. I look over and what do I find?

Our company mascot chilling out on the leather sofa.

Introducing Totskee, Cebu Sport Fishing’s very own sport angling weiner dog. No doubt he is dreaming about catching the big fish. Qui

te often he frequents a few our escapades to Cebu Yacht Club and can you guess his favorite food? Fish and Rice of course!