Shannon sympathizes with the litterbox-flap issue.
Speaking of catz, the Northern Mockingbird who lives in the Carolina Jasmine outside the kitchen door has been heard the last few mornings yelling, “Jake! Jake!” when the eponymous feline goes out to prowl the garden.
I wish I had kept the sticker from the manufacturer because I sure would write an interesting email. That’s cruel.
My pills are all sorted, and I had to eat something before I could take them. I really didn’t want to, but...I need the pills.
I took the blanket off the bed, too, and will have to take the sheets off soon. Making it again may take me all day. And I have no extra blankets. *sigh* I only had one and the quilt so I’m going to be a little cool tonight, even in flannel jammies between flannel sheets and on a heated mattress pad. *shiver*
My dose on the nebulizer left me with the shakes so it will be an hour before I get over that...
We had a catbird here that would follow NiMH around while saying his name.
It was funny to watch him stomp his little feet while saying it too.
“NiMH! NiMH! NiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMH!”