My mother's poor cat is dying.

I called my mother today and she told me. It's very upsetting. My mother adores her cat--she's a pure-bred Siamese and is very sweet, a really affectionate cat. She has congenital kidney problems (a common Siamese problem--I always think it's better to adopt mutts) and my mother is injecting her with fluid to keep her alive for the next month or so. She has less than two months. My mother is terribly upset. I started crying, talking to her on the phone. I just wanted to hug her, or fly home to be with her. The kitty is pretty young--I actually found her on the Internet way back in '98 when she was a kitten. My mother and I have been spoiled because my childhood cat, T.C., lived to be 19 years old. (He died in late '97. T.C. was the shit, yo.)

I just feel really bad for my mom. And I'm hugging my Tatiana right now. These sweet, fragile, loving creatures--where would we be without the animals in our lives? I adore my Tatiana--I would be heartbroken if she died.

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I acquired some new music this weekend, including a bunch of songs Mike and I discussed on Friday. (Doug and I joined him and Heidi at Moran's late Friday night.) Man, there was some awesome music out in the early-mid '70s. "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" (BTW, Mike, listening to it I'm not sure if it's "there goes Robert E. Lee" or "there goes the Robert E. Lee"--I have the Joan Baez version and she adds a syllable at the end of "goes" that may or may not be an actual word.) "Ode to Billy Joe," "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"--some kickass songwriting. It makes me cry.

Busyness

I was cast as (yet another) "lady of the half-light" (prostitute) for a little film and the director wants to rehearse this Wednesday. Then Thursday I have a test shoot for a sports bra modeling gig (a print ad). So tonight I have to stop by Modell's to get a soccer ball (I have to practice juggling with it)--I have one at home but can't get to that one now, obviously.

Thanks to Elizabeth, I have work next week--I am playing a wench in a documentary about Elizabeth Bathory. We shoot for three days next week at a dungeon club in Chelsea--I'm not sure if I'm to be a victim or someone who helps the Countess but at the audition I was told not to go to the tanning salon! The pay is pretty good too, better than I'd get temping for the day.

Elizabeth, you rock!

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Just updated my website. I went link-crazy!

I had a lot to add. I'm poor as hell but at least I've been getting gigs lately.