I'm just impressed you didn't shove the Magic Eraser somewhere painful and hard to retrieve.

I think Cash may have already shoved the the crayon there.

The thought crossed my mind more than once.

Of course now we have to spend the next couple of days with a frosty air between us because there was angry yelling. There are no winners, even though I think I'm right.

Oy, Cash. I'm sorry you had to have an argument about this.

Our puppy had some gastrointestinal distress last night that meant she asked to go outside every 20-30 minutes from about midnight to 3 a.m. Which means I got up and took her out every 20-30 minutes from midnight to 3 a.m., but did so from the spare bedroom so we wouldn't wake my DH. At 3:30, the pup seemed better and was sleeping soundly, while I was freezing in the guest bedroom so I carried her back to our bed. At 5:30, she asked to go out again, and I took her. When I got back, the DH announced that he'd take over for the rest of the night.

Dude, I get up at 6. Thanks bunches.

Then, while I was clinging to that 30 minutes of sleep, he went and fed her the kibble we decided at 3:30 was the stuff that upset her system.

He's spending the day with her.

Something in the water must have made our DHs temporarily stupid and insane.

Something in the water must have made our DHs temporarily stupid and insane.

Aw, Christ.

Aims, what'd I do that I don't know about?

Oh no. Puppy's tummy needs rest. No more food for a while. Ack. Poor sweeties. (all of you)

I've totally forgotten to fast Bartleby a couple of times when he was in distress. It's those eyes. They're hypnotic. And the routine is so unconscious. I remember doing one of those slo-mo nooooo after I plunked the food in the bowl and gave him the release command to take it. His response? Glurp, what?

Then more frantic trips to the yard. I felt awful.

May Miss Sass be sassy again soon.

There are no winners, even though I think I'm right.

Well, I don't want to exascerbate things, because I understand that in relationships people have to compromise and let people get away with shit in the name of the Big Picture and all that (...which is another of those reasons why I'm single, I guess - SO not good at this), but I really can't see how he has a leg to stand on in this whole shifting-responsibility-onto-the-person-who-isn't-in-the-room. It's risible.

So, yeah, I'm pretty much flipping out like a mammal on your behalf. But I understand intellectually about the Nobody Wins thing, so - marital peace and all that to you.

Aims, what'd I do that I don't know about?

Honestly? Cause I weren't gonna say anything ....

Honestly? Cause I weren't gonna say anything ....

Awwww....

...crap.

The kitten has me pinned to the bed and is purring. This is a valid excuse not to go to work, right?

I had a very similar problem this morning. Even when I turned over to hit snooze, the cat stayed resting against my back, so when I turned back over she was snuggled up to me. Usually she leaves the first time I move (guess it was very cold today). It was extremely hard to get up!

Harvey the cat is all trying to snuggle into my neck after I came back from my doctor's appointment.

I once owned a cat, or should I say, a cat owned me?

t /Norwegian Wood

Awwww.... ...crap.

I'll whitefont it in a feeble and wholly ineffective way of not embarassing you, which of course we all know is crap as I like to laugh at you every once in awhile cause you are silly:

You left Emeline's pile of pizza toppings on the tablecloth.

It irritated me, but then I just cleaned it up and laughed a bit.

Last Saturday, Hubby and I went out to acquire a new cat to replace my late beloved Koogie. We had initially planned to go to the pound, but Hubby finally admitted he'd been having nightmares for days about the animals in shelters and he was dreading going there. He used to do Animal Control back when he was a cop in Idaho. He got in trouble on multiple occasions for taking dogs home with him instead of putting them to sleep.

Instead of the animal shelter, we went to Petsmart, who works with no kill shelters and foster systems. I had wanted a female kitten, but I was willing to get a more grownup cat. We spent an hour looking and holding, discovering my first choice possibly had ringworm, then going with my third choice, who had actually been my first choice because he had reached a paw out between the cage bars and patted my hand as I was doing my initial look.

His foster "grandma" was at the adoption table. She was very pleased when we took him home, reassuring us that he was wonderful with other cats and a snuggler etc.

His name was Zeus, we've changed it to Amon-Ra, because he's definitely desert cat colored, and the last Zeus we knew was an amber-colored, long-haired Siamese. Amon is a short-haired chocolate point with a racoon tail. Shadow, the grumpy cat we already had, was initially horrified, of course, but I think he's finally coming around. There have been nose touches and butt sniffings and the occasional attempt to chase each other.

Best of all, Amon is a snuggler. He may never take the position of my beloved cat-hat, who purred in my ear at night for nearly twenty years, but I'd forgotten how wonderful it is for a small, furry, warm body to thump up against your legs and relax against you as you go to sleep.