as calendar preparations loom. I’ve been working on them and have made ok progress so that’s good. But I haven’t actually put together any calendars; rather, I’ve sorted through the many many photos from the year. So many photos…But I actually finished sorting them yesterday morning, so that’s something anyway.
Mom and me, as we’re taking the boat out of the water near the end of October. Mom is keeping track of many very important things.
Glenn, meanwhile, keeps his eyes peeled for alligators and pirates.
Kevin and I went to the “Commander’s Dinner” for the 114th. Doesn’t he look dashing in that very tall hat? He was the only soldier there sporting such a resplendent chapeau.
We hadn’t been to one of these dinners in quite a while and I was surprised at how low the attendance was. They’re trying to find new and younger recruits.
On this evening as we watched TV, Sweetie and Riley were suddenly lying so close to each other, a pair of grey and white bookends. I feel that hadn’t before.
I carefully got up to take a photo from the front. They didn’t stay that way for long, and neither actually looks thrilled to be sharing the space.
Speaking of sharing spaces…the other day I got ready to take Spot for a walk, and I let Princess Leia out from upstairs. The door to the basement was open because I assumed no kitties were there. The door from the music room to the back of the house was also closed.
When Spot and I got back maybe 20 minutes later I noticed a tail disappearing down the stairs to the basement but didn’t think anything of it. But then Kevin said that a big fight must have taken place. An attack, anyway. There many tufts of fur all over the floor in the music room, as well as some poop and some liquid that didn’t smell like pee.
We realized that poor Lovey had been down in the basement and the Princess saw her and attacked. We’re sure that Lovey fled into the music room, hoping to skedaddle out the back kitty door to safety, but the music room door was closed and obviously the Princess kept attacking.
We found Leia in the basement, her tail all puffed up, and she was obviously trying to get back to poor Lovey, hiding behind the old bathtub. Not good.
I still feel bad that I was so remiss, and what are we going to do with that darn very bad kitty? Lovey has claws but she won’t fight, and Riley is too scared to fight so I feel like we’re going to have to keep them separated forever, which is a might long time.
Meanwhile…Lester crawled up on my chest last night when I went to bed and he seems skinnier than he has been. He has hyperthyroid disease and we’ve been giving him medicine but I just don’t know if it’s working. It’s always something, and around here it’s usually cats.
Ok then,
Mrs. starting to think about Thanksgiving a little bit Hughes.