We often joke that we got what we paid for. I wanted a big, handsome sweetheart of a cat. That’s what the breeder promised and what he delivered. He never promised us a smart cat. GG likes to sleep in a certain corner where he can keep an eye on both of us. GG is also a very active sleeper and sometimes he moves around so he wakes up facing the corner. I had NO idea a cat could get lost in a corner, but our gormless guy manages it about once a week.
Thank you, sometimes just having someone start a letter or email is enough to motivate me to finish or say “that’s not what I meant to say” and re-write it to my satisfaction and send it on its way. Sari has enough going on without worrying about what to say in a letter.
Adulting is hard, just reading your post exhausted me. Good to hear from you again, I hope you find a beautiful home shortly.
My doctor got really cranky when I told her I wanted to explore something cheaper. She says she went to medical school to practice medicine, not deal with insurance companies. I also have some choice words to say about the health care system in the US but will keep my soapbox safely tucked under the spare bed.
GG got into the spirit of competition and put on another 6 ounces. Take that Nelson! I doubt GG will be over 20 lbs, his breeder wasn’t going for size, he was breeding for temperament.
I’m not very good at judging weight, I thought that Nelson was around Gordie’s size.
Maybe it is time for you to get a cat. Or a rat terrier. No critter will replace Cinnamon in your heart, but your heart is big enough to love another critter. If that isn’t practical now, would you like me to FED EX some cougar poop to you? We don’t have squirrels out this way, but it works great for keeping the kangaroo rats out of our outbuildings.
Preach it sister! The surgeon who did Hubs’ heart surgery was wearing braces.
He did a great job except for the part that the scar isn’t quite straight from Hubs collar to belly button.
So, like I expected, the cream cheese is stiffening up much faster than I would like, I’m glad I didn’t sell it. I contacted people and have had a steady stream of folks knocking on the door. Poor GG is just plumb tuckered out cause most of them showed up during his nap time and he kept having to run to the people bell just to have them leave without visiting for nearly long enough.
Due to the science stuff, cheese has to be made in fairly large batches. I usually work with 4 gallons and that is such a small amount that it makes real cheesemakers look sideways at me.
One of the people who came for the cream cheese was the same lady who was so amazed at Hubs’ beer. As soon as I told her that his hearing aids were in the shop (I cannot wait for them to be fixed) she started projecting her voice while looking at him. He likes her.
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