I would have thought that the pet deposit and apartment deposit was supposed to cover that sort of thing, but I’ve never been a landlord or even wanted to, so what do I know?
George and Steve were the only cats we’ve ever had who’s name didn’t change at least once during the first year. Jolene had a different name when we adopted her and we filled out the paperwork using Bella. It wasn’t until she strutted in and took over that we found her real name.
So…maybe your pooch’s name really is Opus and you are almost there!
Dang for the expense and double dang for your pups having to wait so long. I hope the itchies don’t get horrible bad before then.
How are they about getting into and out of the Jeep now?
You are a very good husband.
I read forward to Bright Tree’s post and she knows of which she speaks. I’m going to send that list to Mom because I know she has strong feelings about what she wants to happen and I need to know her wishes to be able to follow them.
Did she ever end up just pointing and shouting YOU! Come here! Even at five years old, I used to laugh when Dad would forget my name.
You’ve sure got that right! Every time I hear something in another room, my first response is “Jolene, STOP that” while I’m getting up to find out what is going on. She’s sure got that innocent kitty cat look going on, but I’m too smart to fall for it. Those pillows didn’t just fly off the couch by themselves!
That little green eyed, red haired beauty just strutted into my home and stole both of my men!
She’s a small cat and looks even smaller next to 22 lb. George the Maine Coon. she plays it up so much around Hubs, she’s just a little bitty baby kitty who can’t jump to the top of the three foot kitty tree, she has to scale it like she’s climbing the Everest, dangerous foot slipping cliff hanger and all! He usually reaches over and helps her because she’s got him so whipped.
If it’s just me in the room, she jumps.
This is what mine looks like, minus the bag.
It is a cautionary story written by Margaret Atwood. The Handmaid’s Tale. I’m not sure, but I think Stephen King read it while he was writing his Dark Tower books, Roland lost his beloved Susan to the much the same dystopian society.
I can’t speak for all of the Handmaids, we are not a united group by any means, but I started wearing mine to protest the destruction of women’s rights. And…that’s probably about all I should say here, I do tend to get a little strident about it.
In other news, when I brought my lemon tree back inside for the winter, it brought friends. I just sprayed it with neem oil and of course Jolene just had to go and lick a leaf the brat.
I used to be able to threaten her with the spray bottle, but GG doesn’t even notice getting sprayed unless I get him in the nose and then he thinks I’m giving him a drink and she’s learned from him.
Tomorrow I’m going to bake a mess of cookies and box them up to take to the old folks home. I’m also going to start sending my xmas boxes out, I like to get everything shipped before Thanksgiving.
It looks like we have three turkey day dinners happening this year. There is the neighbor one, our little one at home and then the following week his family is doing a thing up north. I’ll be making a ham for xmas.
And dang. I didn’t get around to harvesting my bag o’ potatoes earlier and now its starting to rain. I think I’ll go out and look at it. maybe I’ll harvest, maybe I’ll come in and smoke and stitch. It is yet to be determined.
Please give GG a scritch from me, won’t you? Re Jolene, I fear you’ve met your match with that one (and that’s saying something!). She’s the feline version of Ollie. Into everything, and generally being as annoying as possible. It does make it easy to predict his behavior, though. All I have to do is imagine what I don’t want him to do, and he’ll be doing it.
outta bed.