You know the type – 27 cats and they talk about them like they are a premie in intensive care.
I ordered the cat and the dog (I have ONE of each) a new set of ped id tags. Okay, so I got a little crazy and ordered the fanciest tags I could – hot pink reflective in a heart-shape for the cat and a while two-sided enamel bone-shaped tag for the dog – but that’s not exactly “going crazy”. This is an improvement over my last bout of retail therapy as these items do not require me to do any work as a result of my purchase. I told my husband to do that. Now if I had ordered this item to the right 
- that would be crazy. Maybe next year. At any rate, I have been accused of being a cat lady-in-waiting.
We are going to visit my son at college on Family Weekend. My daughters would never let us come as they were perennially embarrassed of us. When I told them we were visiting him, not only did they say they’d like to come along, they recounted their disappointment that we did not visit them on Family Weekend when they were in college. After a gentle reminder that they told us to stay away (and by gentle I mean the scream was below 79 decibels), they had a sudden flash of memory and I was able to deftly turn the guilt back onto them for trying to make me feel bad when I would have loved to have been able to visit them.
Thank God I haven’t forgotten how to pounce.
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+One is never sure, watching two cats washing each other, whether it’s affection, the taste, or a trial run for the jugular.” ~ Helen Thomson
