My failures this morning at getting food to the kitten Frankenstein (she's a runt with randomly colored mangy fur and gummed-up eyes—she looks like she was assembled from spare parts!) rather than her more robust siblings were mitigated by her finally letting me pet her and discovering how to purr like an outboard motor after dinner tonight. Hopefully she'll let me corral her so I can feed her the good wet food away from the others from now on.
Also tonight the husband out of a passing couple slipped me a twenty to buy food for the alley cats; their feed for the next three weeks or so is taken care of. It occurred to me that cozying up to some kittens might make a really good spiel for a panhandler.
Insomnia has ruined my weekend, and I am so cranky right now.
Timelies all!
Sorry about the insomnia, Tom.
Ugh, I'm sorry to hear that, Tom. I hate insomnia
Aww Matt, you are doing good work. Go kittens!
In bereavement news, I'm starting to wish people were bringing casseroles, because I was just eating brownie from one set of neighbors when I noticed some new biscotti from another set! We also got blueberry muffins today.
Thank goodness for my mother's old school friend who brought calzones.
No one brought you a ham?
And you're in Boston, no one is gonna bring you a frito chilli casserole. Which was a staple of every midwestern gathering I've been to. That sucks. (Why I remember you getting the frito pie dish at Golden West, I don't know.)
I loved that Frito pie! And basically had Frito pie for dinner twice last week. So that was satisfying.
No one has brought us a ham. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate and am enjoying all the baked goods, but it's not exactly healthy eating.
We had so many pizza strips and calzones when my step grandmother passed, we didn't know what to do with them. We ended up bringing a bunch to the staff of the nursing home.
