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Wednesday, September 01, 2004:

Feeding the cat

This entry made me laugh until tears came to my eyes, which doesn't happen very often, you know?

Anyway, the cat food is down there in the cabinet, amongst many many bottles of vodka and bourbon and other assorted delights, and Nora opens the cabinet door, squats like an Olympic powerlifter, and bear-hugs the huge Rubbermaid thing, and then she takes off the lid and says, 'Cat! Cat! Food! Bowl! Eat! Cat! Eat! Food!' about eight million times. Then she takes the cat-food scoop and digs around, usually managing to snag about four lonely pieces of kibble, and says "Food! Food! Cat! Eat!" Then she walks with such careful slowness to the cat food bowl that you would think she was carrying an unstable explosive compound, and pours in the cat's meager meal. more

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Comments:
Uh, Willa...has the cat devoured you??? You have not posted for some time. Just wondering....
 

 

No, just a lot of stuff going on. Medical/health stuff, which has turned out to be no big deal, and work stuff, so not a lot of time to write. But everything's fine. Details on the medical stuff at the journal.
 

 

Okay, so that didn't work. (The link.) Anyway, I imagine you know where to find me, and if you don't, there's a link over on the left.
 

 

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