I hope you got some rest last night, after hearing that terrible story from Marvin's childhood. I really did not know he was gonna get on here and do that. Who loves himself? But, you know, after that awful story, we have to be nice to Marv.
In other news, guess who came back? Like a cute cold penny?
We heard the mowing in the night, and I said, "GET THE CAMERA!" so naturally Marvin grabbed my cell phone. I do not want to hear anyone make fun of my photographs ever again. It's like we all have cataracts.
Cataracts. Bah! Get it?
Anyway, Melba/Kipper's Dick came in this time, just to the entryway, but still.
If we weren't all looking through cotton, isn't he/she the cutest thing? Not that he's transitioning. I just don't know what he is. He (or she) let me pet him for awhile then he looked at his kitty watch and had to go.
Obviously, he is well-fed. But why is he always out at night in the cold? He is like Stella Dallas, looking through the window at the party.
Marvin did not pet the kitty. He sat on the couch saying, "We are full up, here. Try your luck somewhere else. No room at this inn" and so forth. Marvin is a giant grump who has safety patrol issues. Probably the fact that this kitty is ORANGE is not helping.
But speaking of people who have the Christmas spirit, I got a Christmas good deed done to me yesterday! Apparently Faithful Readers Letha and Target Steve are matched up, and Letha sent me some delicious applesauce bread along with treats for my pets via Target Steve! TS knows my address because he has sent me, you know, Target things before.
Anyway, THANKS, Letha and Target Steve! And probably Beth, who may or may not have mailed said package.
And since we're on the topic of my pets, not that Target Steve is my pet, I wanted to show you how Edsel is just a scootch taller than Tallulah as of this week, and you know what's easy? Getting the two dogs to stand right next to each other.
This was the best I could do, and you can't even tell that Edsel is taller, can you? Also, I KNOW that floor is horrendous. It is raining and snowing here, and these dogs go in and out 248 times a day, and even though I wipe their ridiculous paws, what mud? I need one of those expensive entryway rugs from LL Bean or wherever that captures mud. Have you seen those? Why do I always think of what I actually need for Christmas eight minutes before Christmas?
What would be a fun job would be being an animal photographer. Because animals are a joy, is what they are. And not a pain in the arse at all.
I was dangling a treat at them, and that is my robe in the center, there, and not a giant Ding Dong. Would that it were. Anyway, Edsel would NOT stop moving and looking as though he were beaming up. Note Talu's unmoving concentration in every picture. Once she spots a treat, a tornado accompanied by a tsunami chased by a herd of Loch Ness monsters would not budge that dog. And you know how those herds of Loch Ness monsters can be.
Edsel: Ya want hash browns wid dat?
Edsul: Hand over treet, bitz.
Every once in awhile you can tell Edsel came from wayyyy out in the mountains of North Carolina. Is all I'm saying.
Edsel: Edsel smart shepherd. Not have to wait for mom. There whole treet bag behind her. Edsel build javelin to leap behind mom. Let me get geometreecs right, here…
I have no idea if geometrics are even involved in leaping with a javelin. I mean, I guess they would be. Angles, right? You may be surprised to hear that math is not my strong suit. You know, the way athletics are.
Okay, I have to go proofread. As I am wont to do. Y'all all have a good weekend and be sure to ignore me on Saturday, like you always do. I will be on here COMPLETELY NUDE, but you will miss it. I say "you will miss it" like that's a bad thing. Go Google California Raisins and you will get the gist.