Suicide cat under the car this morning. Then she made me beef with broccoli and rice, which is excellent. The carrots and sweet potatoes with turkey was edible but went on far too long. She also evened my pants after my bath, so I am sporty and symmetrical.
It is good to be me.
Posted in My Life
Tagged Car Rides, Cats
The new salad is disappointing and my bath is overdue.
Generous on walkies both Saturday and yesterday, which is excellent.
But then yesterday we callously drive past Petco, and then I am abandonned for several hours. The yogurt bone thing and then challah when she got back did not sufficiently soften these blows, so I am starting the week with festering neurochemistry.
Top three walkies events the other night:
3) On my wee-wee game.
2) Buzzed every boxed-in dog in the neighborhood with minimal effort.
1) Epic sniffing.
Outstanding cat day! Rock Cat bonanza this morning, many opting freeze mode. Then my evening walkies to mailbox yields a close encounter with Suicide Cat. As if this weren’t enough, very fresh racoon scent also evident. This is so captivating that it is paranthetical that I am so far making good on my resolution.