Goofy-assed weather Don�t you love truth in advertising? Heh heh. Thanks to everyone who have written their condolences on the passing of my cat, Max. Your thoughts are appreciated. Like most other households who have experienced a long-awaited death, our house has returned to the daily routine. The other cats, Cleo and Kodoze, know that someone is missing, and they�ve been a lot more touchy-feely lately. I�ve been looking at pictures of younger Max when he was more vital and playful and that�s been helping me. Another thing I�ve done is replace all the throw rugs in the house. Max had made a career out of peeing on them, and so I had finally washed them several times in vinegar and put them away. It was kind of exciting to put them all back down, and then I had an excuse to buy a few more. Now I have fuzzy rugs under my feet when I sit on the toilet. Yippee! We finally emptied the FlufferNutter�s nest of eggs. They were not fertilized, it seems. When I broke one open there was just yolk, like a chicken�s egg from the grocery store. But so tiny! There were five eggs in there and I guess they would have sat on them til kingdom come but it had been much longer than the 13 day gestation period I found on a finch site. The goofydog Gypsy, of course, is still goofy and slightly dumb. She was flipping out a little last night because of the thunder. We�ve been getting a lot of good rain lately, but of course that turns into flooding and then this happens. Madness in all directions. Dogs and cats, living together, mass hysteria. Thank goodness for higher ground and good drainage.
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