First of all, why?
What cat dynamics were happening, here, that Henry and Winston were on the fridge and Francis wasn't? Were they trying to assert their dominance, or were they just making fun of the fact that Francis could never haul his girth to the top of the fridge even if there were a salmon-covered mouse encrusted in cat treats up there?
At any rate, want anything out of my freezer? Because this is what non-cat people fear happens at cat houses, isn't it?
Second, I have a few more names of people who wanted to sign up to exchange good deeds. If you don't know what I'm talking about, see Monday's post, two posts before this one. I wanted to pair people up so you'd be accountable and not just say, "I'll do it!" and then never do it. However, I have work to do, so if anyone else wants to sign up? Just do your good deed and report back to us when you do it. I am not pairing anymore. It's a pain in the arse.
Here are the new fabulous couples who will exchange good deeds:
KW in Atlanta/Fawn Amber
Sandy in TX/Here's hoping I don't forget to do my good deed…it might happen you know. This is why I need a partner!!!–Mom o' the Sweet Stuff
Yes, that is how she wrote her name. But I'm pretty certain it's Faithful Reader (and consumer of sugar) Sugar Mama.
And speaking of what a pain in the arse it was to match people, I was doing just that yesterday while Henry was playing with one of the magenta mice Faithful Reader Tanya sent him. He was tearing around, shaking it, batting it, and I'd throw it for him and he'd careen after it.
I was making my big list, pairing this person and that, cursing my idea, and I'd throw the toy again.
It took me about 15 minutes to notice Henry was fetching his mouse.
I have had 28,000 cats in my life. I always have at least one cat; even in the dorms I had a cat for awhile. And do you know I have always wanted a cat who would fetch?
In high school one morning, I opened my locker and THE.CUTEST. long-haired gray kitten came out. Some boys had found her on the way to school and knew I'd take her in. Which of course I did. Of course I immediately went home with that adorable thing and MY MOTHER SAID NO. She wouldn't let me keep her. Because we already HAD a cat. To which I say, "….?"
So I ended up giving that beautiful kitty to my boyfriend's sister, and do you know that cat not only grew up to be gorgeous, it also fetched poker chips? Every time I played with that cat I was mad I couldn't keep her.
And now, a mere 30 years later, I have a cat who fetches! Exciting.
And finally, Faithful Reader Tarva has emailed me with a request. Does anyone have any radish seeds out there? No, really. Her son is doing his science fair project. I found her some online, but of course if anyone has them for free, just leave a comment and I will hook you, your seeds, and Tarva right up.
I must go proof statistics again. Only 35 pages to go!! Woo!