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I got some really bad virus on the computer and it's still slow as mud and locking up constantly--so frustrating!!!
So the night I thought it would get cooler, Trollweather decided to get windy and bring in hotter air from the southwest. The cat spent all the night panting on the kitchen floor. I was pretty worried about her. I was glad I hadn't left and was there to keep fans on. I tried putting a fan on her, but she decided she's afraid of fans now.
The next night it got down to 70 though--just briefly. Miriel was even happier than I was! She spent all night on my craft shelf thing, rolling around and rubbing on it and trying to express to me her delight.
Then it got hot again. It's supposed to get cooler Monday, but be 96 and humid again by Thursday. BLAH! I hate hate hate this weather!
I need to wash clothes for work tomorrow, but the laundry room is being sprayed with serious pesticides to kill the million millipedes covering everything down there. They are a disgusting horde that's been down there for weeks, but they are finally doing something about it. The dumb manager came in and was spraying them while I was in there trying to do laundry a couple days ago. The LAST person I wanted to run into. Anyway, I was like, "Could you NOT do that while I'm in here?!!!"
I got Miriel a new toy last week, and today I was waggling it on the other side of this clear tote I bought. She came galloping--straight into the side of it. I got a brief glimpse of squished kitty face through the side. That's not what I thought would happen, but I wish I had a vid of it, and her swaggering "you didn't see that" walk away afterward. The cat continually makes me laugh.
Last night she spent hours in my laundry basket and demanded I come pat her there in her secret fort. I pulled the basket close to the bed and patted her with my foot while I played Ms. Pac-Man. She was not pleased, but rubbed all over my foot anyway. She loves feet, and stinky shoes.
We're still sad about losing Chuckie, Buster, and Yoda. Of course someone dumped some new cat on the farm. She is a boring tabby color and super friendly. Mom searched for a lost cat ad, but there wasn't any for a tabby cat. She looks like someone had been taking very good care of her. Poor thing. The parents need more animals like they need a hole in the head.
So the night I thought it would get cooler, Trollweather decided to get windy and bring in hotter air from the southwest. The cat spent all the night panting on the kitchen floor. I was pretty worried about her. I was glad I hadn't left and was there to keep fans on. I tried putting a fan on her, but she decided she's afraid of fans now.
The next night it got down to 70 though--just briefly. Miriel was even happier than I was! She spent all night on my craft shelf thing, rolling around and rubbing on it and trying to express to me her delight.
Then it got hot again. It's supposed to get cooler Monday, but be 96 and humid again by Thursday. BLAH! I hate hate hate this weather!
I need to wash clothes for work tomorrow, but the laundry room is being sprayed with serious pesticides to kill the million millipedes covering everything down there. They are a disgusting horde that's been down there for weeks, but they are finally doing something about it. The dumb manager came in and was spraying them while I was in there trying to do laundry a couple days ago. The LAST person I wanted to run into. Anyway, I was like, "Could you NOT do that while I'm in here?!!!"
I got Miriel a new toy last week, and today I was waggling it on the other side of this clear tote I bought. She came galloping--straight into the side of it. I got a brief glimpse of squished kitty face through the side. That's not what I thought would happen, but I wish I had a vid of it, and her swaggering "you didn't see that" walk away afterward. The cat continually makes me laugh.
Last night she spent hours in my laundry basket and demanded I come pat her there in her secret fort. I pulled the basket close to the bed and patted her with my foot while I played Ms. Pac-Man. She was not pleased, but rubbed all over my foot anyway. She loves feet, and stinky shoes.
We're still sad about losing Chuckie, Buster, and Yoda. Of course someone dumped some new cat on the farm. She is a boring tabby color and super friendly. Mom searched for a lost cat ad, but there wasn't any for a tabby cat. She looks like someone had been taking very good care of her. Poor thing. The parents need more animals like they need a hole in the head.