Apologies and Cat Pills

I haven't blogged in forever and I do apologize, especially to anyone waiting on the edge of their seats to hear about my basketball tournament. I realize that recently I've been really bad about blogging and sometimes weeks will go by and I'll write nothing until my mom finally says to me, 'Sheryl, are you ever going blog again?!'

I apologize.

The "regional tournament" was rather anticlimactic, especially since I didn't end up playing. Turns out the girls tournament was for those ages 12 to 17. Not exactly my age bracket. I'm not entirely sure why the coach invited me to play in the first place. He either thought I was much younger than I am -- which is flattering, I think... -- or he really didn't know that the tournament was for young girls. Regardless, I didn't end up getting to say "Get outta my kitchen!!" like I'd planned.

Roma and the guys we play basketball with during the week did play though, and they won. Big. I believe the score of their first game was 125 to 53 and the score of their second, 116 to 27. They're going to Vinnystia this weekend to face other "regional winners." So that means this week we have serious practice, not just open gym.

In other news, Pheobe became a woman. She's gone into heat on two seperate occasions forcing me to take drastic measures and put her on the pill. Locating kitty birth control was an adventure in and of itself, let me assure you. I knew that the pill exsisted, I just didn't know where to get it. But one morning, after a sleepless night of frantic, heated furniture rubbing, I made it my mission to restore peace and tranquility to my apartment.

I went to a pharmacy close to my apartment. I said to the woman: I have a cat and I don't want her to get pregnant. Do you have a pill for this?

She said no.

I went to the central pharmacy, the biggest one in Bar thinking surly, surly it must be there. I said to the woman: I have a cat and I don't want her to get pregnant. Do you have a pill for this?

She looked at me kinda funny and said: No. This is a pharmacy for people. You want to go to a pharmacy for animals.

She told me the animal pharmacy was near the bazar, but she couldn't be specific. I headed towards the bazar, stopping at every pharmacy I considered "near the bazar," asking for kitty birth control. The answer, and the funny look, was the same:

No.
No.
We only serve people.
No.

I did, in the end, locate the animal pharmacy proving that trial and error, and a general disregard for feeling foolish, works. (Now might be a good time to note that there are a bazillion pharmacies in Bar. I don't know why. There just are.)

Roma's family finds this story incredibly amusing. His mom has laughed and retold it several times. Apparently, the fact that I went from pharmacy to pharmacy asking for cat pills and miming pregnancy is...well, funny.