Nobody ever drowned in his own sweat. ~Ann Landers

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So far BeBe is the only brave cat soul who wants to make friends with the big, new dog in the house, Angel the Samoyed. BeBe has crappy eyesight, Angel’s is worse; maybe that’s the key. Everybody else (minus me) sees just fine. The rest are staying clear of Angel.

I continued with the Christmas decorating last night before work. Hopefully, by the time Matty gets home, it will look pretty festive.

I’m actually pushing myself to get with the holiday spirit seeing Thanksgiving will be another day without Matt at home. Big bummer, there. But we have last Thanksgiving to remember including all of our favorite Momma Kitty stories. She sure loved her bird. We sure loved her.

Banking and a dump run and the Drewsville General Store after work today, then home for more Christmas decorating in between wash loads. I’d like to say my life is exciting, but beyond litter box duty and poop patrol with my over sized furry guest, I make Hazel the maid look like the Queen of Sheba.

2 Responses to “Nobody ever drowned in his own sweat. ~Ann Landers”

  1. Joy Says:

    I find it delightful that you have found love- with your husband and with your furfaces,

  2. Mike W Says:

    Jean,
    You might not drown in your sweat, but it made Nixon look very suspicious and uncomfortable.

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