Well, if he doesn’t settle into Cat Who Naps most of the day, which many of them do, the next thing to try is… another cat for him to play with! (No, really, that’s it. A girl preferably - better odds that they’ll be buddies. You’ll want to look for one that’s similarly active and outgoing and things should be fine.) If you’re not eager to dive into Cat, the sequel, I would try just waiting a little more. He’s in a new home (after a shelter), with people he likes, and he may just be finding his way around yet. The ability to seek attention and love are probably wonderful new things for him right now. He may settle down a bit in a month or two.
Got to go run 'Beamette off to school. Who will bet me a penny she’s not ready yet?
Yet another reason I don’t want a career in retail.
Just got out of a team meeting with new bossman. Initial reaction is that I like him and he won’t be half the ass as the last guy. So yay! Plus he brought Munchkins - what’s not to love?
In the three and a half hours we’ve been open today, we have had 6 phone calls. One was an employee calling for clarification, one was a telemarketer that we, at this point, hang up on without even saying hello, and one was a guy calling me “right back” to give me information he didn’t have on hand.
Deleafage has been achieved. For now. Give it about three or four days and I’ll be at it again. Stoopid trees. It didn’t take long to do I just wish I could do it once and get it over with. Also I have accomplished the washin’ and dryin’ of a load of undies.
Home!! We’re going to Texas Roadhouse for supper. Then back home to veg, methinks. Tomorrow will be de-leafage day. Fresh air, sunshine, exhaustion. Good times!
Just remembered a silly thing I need to share. I have an adopted nephew (adopted by FCD’s bro and SIL) who is a wanna-be redneck. He was recently declaring how the Confederate flag is part of his heritage. Yeah. He was born and spent almost 6 years of his life in Russia. I think they adopted an idiot…
Sunny I suggested we get another cat and I think Sah-son would disown me. He still doesn’t want this cat.
When we got groceries last time I heard the woman who brings out the groceries talking to Sah-son and she burst out laughing. I had bought a big bucket of kitty litter and she asked Sah-son what the cat’s name is and he said he didn’t know and he doesn’t take care of it. Then he got in the truck and asked me if I had named the cat yet. I said no, and he said he didn’t think so. He says he doesn’t like the cat but he plays with him quite a bit.
I don’t know how Cat would take to another cat in the house. When I was at the shelter and went back into the room to pet him, another cat tried to come over to me and Cat flattened him.
I bought the wrong kind of litter again, the scented stuff. He doesn’t seem to like it too much either. I wanted a bucket though, then I have a container with a lid to put the bags of dirty litter in.
I make gooooooooooood beast stroganoff. Just so y’all know. Plus, leftovers for dindin tomorrow. WIN-WIN! Tomorrow mornin’ is the annual Kiwanis Club all you can eat pancake breakfast. Bacon, snausage, pancakes, butter, syrup, coffee, milk, oj all all you can eat/drink for only seven bucks. OYKW says he takin’ “all you can eat” as a challenge. Tomorrow afternoon we shall attend a birthday party for a seven year old girl. Nicki was born pre-mature and weighed less than a pound. Now she’s a sweet, vibrant, active, although developmentally disabled girl. Thus, we are lookin’ forward to that. Plus there shall be burgers!
I love Texas Roadhouse’s call-ahead option. We were seated immediately, probably pissing off many of those who were waiting.
I got the salmon, and it was yum. But their rolls and cinnamon butter are my downfall. I am *sooooooooooo *stuffded, I came home and stripped down to robe and slippers. I probably won’t have to eat till Sunday afternoon! But yum!!
I think I’ll dig out some yarn and start an afghan.
