Last Saturday I was on my way to a grocery store when a furry little creature ran across the bike path. A friend whom I was with almost crashed and I went looking or the animal. It turned out to be a kitten. Probably 5 weeks old or so. He was so little and it was very cold outside then and the cat was shaking. We hopefully did the right thing and just left it there. Just kidding. We picked it up, put it in one of our cloth grocery bags and went shopping. The tiny cat, then called Osker, became fairly restless and tried relentlessly to get out of the bag. I felt bad when I kept blowing in his face to scare him so he'd stop. After buying food we took him to the vet. They were barely any help at all. They kept us waiting for like an hour. On another note, while we were waiting there was a short movie that looped every few minutes and it showed a dog after it had been is some sort of traumatic accident all bloodied up, then taken to a vet and operated on. It was pretty disgusting. But that's how things are here in Sweden. On first aid kits it shows very graphic pictures of wounds that the certain bandages are for. Back to the vet. The only information we got out of them was the phone number for the police because they would take the kitten, not the vet. We thought that was strange so we left and tried to think of maybe someone else who would want a cat. We brought it back to our apartment and all the girls on my floor fell in love with it. Being a few days later, the cat is now named Cider, has food and kitty litter in her own room, and gets tons of attention from the girls on that end of the hall, the opposite side of mine end. One of the girls has decided to keep it. The problem is that we aren't allowed to keep pets. I don't really want to keep it. The main reason is that the cat smells and it lives in the same room that I keep my bike in. There may be a mysterious call to the police that a stray cat may be on my floor.
I also took my long board outside this weekend. Before this I used my board only to go to one end of the hall to the other. It's fun and I've gotten others to try their hands at boarding down the hall. A friend of mine, Dave from Australia, and I went to the bus station parking lot. It was fun. The roads are in good shape here but its getting cold. I'm not sure if it hit 50 degrees today. I went home to put shoes on (I've been wearing my slippers most of the time, a.k.a. flip flops, sandals, thongs, etc) and a scarf. I'm not excited about the cold. I've heard it doesn't snow much here but rather cold rain. I get shivers even thinking about it.
One last thing. I shaved my room mate's head a couple of days ago and it was very disgusting. He's the kind of guy who showers when he feels like, and no, it's not every day, or every two days. I'm not really sure how often it is but when I shaved his head he had a ton of flakes under the canopy. His hair wasn't that long to begin with, but oh man, it was gross underneath. I didn't say anything to him at the time but darn sure I washed my hands for ten minutes after wards.
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