Getting it out of my system today. Back to Gibson reality starting tomorrow.

Well then… I just learned that I’ve used 86% of my free storage for my wordpress.com account. Hmmm… might be moving on to something new soon.

I like how she puts her paw over the side of the tree/bed.

It’s been almost six years but Patches finally left us a present.  A huge dead grasshopper.  How the hell did the huge ass grasshopper get in?

Breakfast at the Irish Cottage in Methuen’s historic Road Construction Nightmare district.

I had a fun cat moment this morning.

Just after I punched in to work (from home) I noticed that the cat was sleeping on the top of the cat tree. All I could see of her head was her whiskers. Nothing special. Then a few minutes later I noticed something. They were twitching. A lot. Patches was having a dream, possibly a bad one, and was freaking out in her sleep. It was kinda funny and kinda cute. That’s where the fun ended though. as soon as the twitching stopped… the snoring started.

Patches snoring sounds like a big truck without a muffler. Woah, can that cat haul in those Z’s! Quiet down, feline. There’s a sick man in Chelsea!

Patches is keeping me company on my day off.  Now that the bulk of the chores are done we can relax a little.

This is a Massachusetts plate?