Tag: cats
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promise
Slept in until seven this morning, in spite of the best efforts of a woodpecker, two cats and a passing thunderstorm to keep us awake all night long. The woodpecker keeps pecking on the bird house I put up for him even though he seems to be able to get in and out just fine. Read.
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la-la-lah
Apparently I missed all the fun last night. I hit the hay at about half past nine, but B stayed up late and not only got to see everything, she was right in the middle of it! That’ll teach me to go to bed just because I’m exhausted. While B was sitting up late, working Read.
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truckloads
Woke up at about four o’clock this morning to a massive downpour, lots of thunder and lighting and cats walking across my face, not technically part of what one would normally consider a downpour but it was happening, so I note it. Okay, just one cat. The other cat was taking up all the space Read.
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wakey-wakey
Boo decided to hork up a hairball at four-thirty this morning, so guess when I got out of bed today? When you have kids, you get up when they get up. When you have cats, same thing. After each of us slurped up a cup of life-restoring coffee, we threw on some clothes and headed Read.
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wonky-bonky
Bonkers got his purr back this morning. Actually, he did more than just purr, he went full-goose bozo on me, rubbing his ears against the edge of the table and sticking his hinder up in the air, begging me to pat it, so I did. Even so, I had to pick him up and put Read.
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trumpet
Boo woke me this morning by sticking her muzzle in my ear and uttering a single, piercing “Miaow!” It was like sitting right next to a stereo speaker while Louis Armstrong opened a song by blasting a high-C quarter note. More accurately, it was like having a five-year-old standing next to my bed on Saturday Read.
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wakey-wakey
Boo has apparently come to the conclusion that we should not sleep in on Saturdays. Every weekday morning, I get out of bed at five o’clock, start the coffee pot, take a shower, eat breakfast. She doesn’t pay any attention at all to me then, but on Saturday mornings, starting as early as six o’clock, Read.
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sprung
I changed out the storm windows for screens in the front door and windows this morning. The cats can’t decide whether to shit or go blind. Read.
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blown
Nobody’s really sure what’s wrong with the Bonk. His right eyeball has a pupil blow open so wide you could literally drive a Mack truck through it, if it were a smallish Mack truck and you used “literally” to mean “figuratively.” Nobody knows why his pupil’s blown like that. The vet through it was neurological Read.
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correlation
About two weeks ago, I was chatting with a coworker about going to the doctor when she told me about the pain she had in her upper arm. It sounded just like the pain I had in my upper arm, I said. It’s probably a rotator cuff injury like mine, she said. A couple days Read.
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