I am still here. On this side of the grass.
What if you hadn’t read yesterday’s post? So far this whole thing would make no sense.
Anyway, my pilot light was out. That was it. How was I supposed to know that was it? And the gas man, who was very nice, lifted my stove top to show me the pilot light, and also 80 pounds of cat food, popcorn and spaghetti. The only things ever to go near that stove.
I guess the cat food got in there because I used to feed the cats atop the fridge, and some of it must have gotten knocked through the burners. At any rate, it was disgusting in there and quite the archaeological dig. While the gas man searched the rest of my house for gas leaks and/or valuables, I scrubbed that under-the-stove-top area like a madwoman.
So I lived. I enjoyed meeting the gas man. He was the bomb.
In other news, guess who is cute.
Anderson always looks snooty in photos, but really he is the sweetest kitten I have ever had. All he wants to do is be held and petted and he doesn’t even detest being kissed on his noggin.
In the meantime, Roger, who is so cute you just want to squeeze him constantly, wants nothing to do with me. I pet him and he shirks down. I HATE it when you pet a cat and he does the shirk-down thing. The only time you can really dote on Roger is when he’s sleepy. Otherwise he is a busy executive with no time left for youuuu.
That was about as far as they got before the dogs saw them and chased them back in. The dogs have always been just terrible to any cat in the back yard. Inside? Cats are friends. Outside? We chase cats. Whatever with dog logic.
I must go and get ready, as I do not wish to be late for work two days in a row. On the first day, my house was blowing up. On the second day, I was posting kitten pictures.
Thank goodness Roger has an impressive job, in case I get fired.