I'm female, I'm allowed to change my mind....
Lord, that was a day. There's Mondays, and then there's Mondays.
Ran an errand after work, and came home. I was expecting major enthusiasm from my new family member upon my arrival but, she looked to have been woke from a coma, and it took several minutes for her to get her faculties. Then.... I got enthusiasm. She likes to talk in little meows, and sounds which resemble 'clicks'. She also loves to rub up against you. Actually, when she's in her mood to rub, she'll rub up against anything. The walls, doorways, loveseat, plants... whatever... she's not picky. Cute little gal. First entire 'work' day she's been by herself, and everything appeared to be fine. Big dent in the blanket on the end of the bed, food munched upon, and new turds in her box. Aaaaah, a cat's life. Sleep, eat, and poop.
This week will be busier than the norm. In addition to the regular, I have a team meeting, head office conference call, and a 'lunch & learn' with one of the law firms. Also, need to motor on my course. Went over the entire schedule, work I've completed, work yet to be completed with the 'Fearless Leader', and he seemed satisfied.
I've changed my furry monster's name to 'Millie'. 'Georgette' (aka George) just wasn't working. I constantly had visions of our former lobby cat whenever I called her that. 'George' loved to bite, attack your hands or ankles, and had a *look* which could melt sheet metal if he so desired. 'Millie' isn't like that. She's just sweet. It's an all together different experience having her than my previous male cats.
It's time to go dive under the flannel.
Ran an errand after work, and came home. I was expecting major enthusiasm from my new family member upon my arrival but, she looked to have been woke from a coma, and it took several minutes for her to get her faculties. Then.... I got enthusiasm. She likes to talk in little meows, and sounds which resemble 'clicks'. She also loves to rub up against you. Actually, when she's in her mood to rub, she'll rub up against anything. The walls, doorways, loveseat, plants... whatever... she's not picky. Cute little gal. First entire 'work' day she's been by herself, and everything appeared to be fine. Big dent in the blanket on the end of the bed, food munched upon, and new turds in her box. Aaaaah, a cat's life. Sleep, eat, and poop.
This week will be busier than the norm. In addition to the regular, I have a team meeting, head office conference call, and a 'lunch & learn' with one of the law firms. Also, need to motor on my course. Went over the entire schedule, work I've completed, work yet to be completed with the 'Fearless Leader', and he seemed satisfied.
I've changed my furry monster's name to 'Millie'. 'Georgette' (aka George) just wasn't working. I constantly had visions of our former lobby cat whenever I called her that. 'George' loved to bite, attack your hands or ankles, and had a *look* which could melt sheet metal if he so desired. 'Millie' isn't like that. She's just sweet. It's an all together different experience having her than my previous male cats.
It's time to go dive under the flannel.