Posted on 02/13/2018 6:45:34 AM PST by Red Badger
My life is not my own.
There was a cat for free that I would liked to have had, but I didn’t want to take her/him even temporarily because I have no idea what will take place in the next few months. I don’t want to pay a pet deposit because I can’t keep a floof.
This is from the woman who fell the day I was waiting for my son to come and pick me up to go to St George. Evidently, she doesn’t know she’s not coming back here. :o[
Dang.
Ohmigoodness!
Patience.
I really like those kittehs with the bi-colored eyes. I wonder if they know how exotic they look?
Good morning.
My neighbor has been banging around this morning, for at least the last two hours. I want to run away from home.
I think cats always realize how amazing they are.
Elen has an early shift today. She has grumbled out the door.
It seems I always have an early shift and I’m always grumbling. How did that evolve, I wonder?
I was contemplating that while I was making the bed and treating my lungs to the steroid. How did I get so far from where I thought I was going?
Food for thought. Maybe a journal entry will help me solve that riddle.
Tom also has an early shift today. He will rumble out the door in the next five minutes.
I need to make a pasta salad for a church dinner tonight.
That would be the purview of the Decorations Subcommittee. (I assume the decorations will be Patriotic-themed, because we have those items remaining from Memorial Day.)
Wait....
You already have one of those Feline Marmalade Loaves laying about since Memorial Day?
Jake hasn’t moved much since the weather turned hot, but he’s not that color.
Yeah, that presents a dilemma during high 90 degree days when trying to find signs of life, those digital scanning thermometers get confused. Unless you dance the little red dot in their face, then...watch out.
Jake was lying on the window ledge behind the sofa yesterday afternoon, looking quite dead. When I said, “Yo, Jake! Whazzup?” he said, “Mao!” and went back to looking dead.
Yesterday, I told Charlie about my cholesterol and triglyceride numbers and in a round about way, he asked if I was on medication for it. Nope, not me. Then we got into a discussion on ways of life (farmers as opposed to desk jockeys, Europeans or American) and the fact that pre-packaged foods are probably at fault for the plague of obesity and diabetes in this country. And then there are plagues of other kinds — like depression. The list goes on.
I have to go to Walmart, but Pete said he’d do the rocker panels this morning. HAH! I won’t hold my breath.
Well, that’s one way to keep a kitten still.
Probably a few obstacles in the way from time to time.
Life, predominantly.
Yes, and it would seem I took the path of least resistance. I’m not sure that was a good idea.
Anyway, thanks, Bob. It always helps to get feedback from other people. Otherwise, how could I grow?
You don't have to grow.
You could ossify, like me.
Horned Toads are da bomb.
Ooops. That highly classified. Do not repeat that.
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