Intense Blue Lunch Break

Mr. Stillhasballz sits on Tre's neck.

Superior experience for lunch today, after I rammed down a $5 foot-long, with no mayonnaise whatsoever. Backtracking, before we arrived to our sandwich destination, we almost hit a tiny, piebald-marked kitten (aprox. 6 months old I think) who darted out to the car upon rolling down the windows like idiots to say ''heeeereee kitty!''  Reluctantly, we drove off after another car approached.  We exchanged glances of guilt. 

Here we go.  Another Florence Nightingale moment...?

"Let's get him when we get back...from stuffing our faces - that makes sense."


CUT TO:
Walking over to Goodwill on Parmer and Metric.  Where I quick-scanned the color-coded "blue t-shirt" aisle where my eyeballs almost exploded over this amazing sequence:

Extra Bonus:  The cashier asked me if I got the Cerveza Por Favor shirt in the kids section.  I said yes, and got a discount!

 Success! For $9, I purchased my girlfriend a teeny-tiny "kid section" scrimmage shirt in her native language in our team colors (small stain included), and one-size too tight, pocket-less jean ware.
We jetted back to the kitty street, to see kitty sitting there waiting for us. 

Look right.  Look left.
........
"Kitty!!! C'mere! Hurry!''

Enter kitty...Literally, into the car. Kitty enters the car, balls-n-all.  Yes, so, we...kit-napped.

Disclaimer:  No collar, greasy back, full set of testicles, running out into traffic.  Very sweet and seemingly domesticated.  Busy, dangerous warehouse street where parked cars line both curbs, bumper-to-bumper.  Terrible visibility.  Terrible place for a cat.  I'm sorry if he was your pet, this can't be where he hangs out.

I called Booty Queen to make an emergency neutering appointment at Emancipet, one of Austin's greatest resource for low-income pet owners or emergency pet rescues, and other veterinarian assistance.  While calling I receive a call from Visa Debit card fraud department...

...Someone has stolen Ice Queens' financial information on a card that we haven't even used in 4 months.  Being naturally paranoid in regards to financial information, ATM transactions and the like, this was simply stunning.  Our card has been scanned and replicated at a gas station in Clearwater, Florida?  Violated? Too trusting?  There is no, decent proof as of yet as to how this happened, but luckily I stopped the card activity, and verified that I still have it on my person...and I do. 
It is possible that at one of the four places I shop with this card, someone made a scan of the number, replicated the card, and sold the card, black market-style.  New card on the way. 
Next step I'm taking is to scan all documents to find out where that card was used.  It is possible that I will never shop at those places again with plastic. 

An odd lunch hour, to say the least, turned out to be a pleasantly energetic, thrifty and heartwarming experience, even though I got ripped off, acquired something I really don't need, and had to pass up shirt #5 due to lack of funds since Goodwill charges $5 for used t-shirts...woe is me.  

As for Sir Furballz, who knows.  Like good citizens in order to alleviate shelter over-population and killing, we will foster this little man until an unknown date.  If you're in the market for a very sweet and playful kitten who could be indoor/outdoor, please write me privately.  Gorgeous, green-glass eyeballs, and a fiery tabby soul...he's bound to make anyone charmed.

All this in an hour, and it's just Wednesday...