When we give Eleanor her Hairball Control treats, she prefers them in a huge pile to gobble down like a hoover, then hork up shortly after. She would prefer we not do "enrichment" and "hide" them in an egg carton, where she has to "work" for them. But she does pursue the much desired treats with great energy, once her humans refuse her preferences. Damn humans. We get no treat credit when we use the Deterrent!
Poor cat.
Rain through the last two nights. And cats. Eleanor on my chest, even put one paw on my left cheek... then another on my right. Moby jumped up on Dylan's chest. I got up and put out food, which was accepted, although not much eaten.
I sometimes send silly photos to Dylan when I'm at work. In my thyroid shield, hat, mask and scrubs.
I don't have all the citations on the Cracked.com stuff, but this seems right to me. Don't fucking hit your children and call it good damn parenting. Seriously.
Dylan working today, and I'm getting some cleaning done. Also reading the most recent Craig Johnson book, An Obvious Fact. So far, so funny, with a dark ground.
Found a good, soft, pretty, shirt to go with the dressy skirt, so I can feel less schlubby on Thanksgiving Boxing Day, when all Dylan's cow-orkers stop by for food and mst3k. Not only then, but it's a start.
Cats mostly sleeping today, as per. I've cleaned the oven and kitchen cupboards, a bit of the bathroom that needed de-furring, and got the mattress pad on the spare bed. The last so if either of us get a bad cold, the other can have some comfort and sleep. Since I got my flu shot, hopefully not a flu. Making potato leek soup, since it turned out so well last time.
Cooler, wetter the last few days, finally. Got a sunny and warmer week ahead, including an 80˚F day. Snow in the mountains, though. Furnace on this morning to take the chill off of 64˚F house. Well, Dylan needed me to shave his head, and he gets cold.
I no longer know what temperature I am. Hot, cold, shivering, sweating, cut loose and flapping moorless, without reference or orientation.
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It's been cooler down here, too. I like the autumn weather but regret it's too cool to sit out on the front porch at night and laugh at all the dog walkers.
Cat,
I love watching the dogs and their humans walking by. I will miss that as well as it gets colder.
But then, I get to watch the not-warmly-enough-dressed shivering and scurrying.
i feel like i'm hot all the time now, not that it comes in waves. not yet. but man, i'm hot, hot, hot and can't sleep or do anything much until the temperature drops. which it will. dramatically. flying home on thursday, and by the weekend there's a 50/50 chance of snow. ha.
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Cooler here, too.
pc,
Ah, snow.
Crow,
Such northerners.
My mother was a firm believer in not striking her children, having been slapped by her mum.
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