Tomorrow is Friday. Not today. Today is Thursday. I think I established that earlier.
The furnace folks sent Jen a text saying they would be coming tomorrow. That’d be nice, right? I sure hope that happens. I’m tired of being unable to heat the house, m’kay?
I have a zit on my ear lobe. TMI?
I cropped that pic in the WordPress.com app. Did you know you could do that? I sure didn’t.
The Bruins a losing again. Crud.
I need to go to sleep early tonight. Maybe I’ll go to sleep right n………….
Space (Heater)…. The Final Frontier.
The company that failed to install our new furnace today gave us a couple of loaners. The cat is kinda terrified.
Install rescheduled for tomorrow.
She likes hanging out on that shelf.
I took this picture of Patches and I told her she was looking sad.
She got pissed off and stuck her tongue out at me.
Apparently I offended her.
I slid the phone under the cat’s head while she was laying on the arm of the couch. I then used the remote on my watch to snap a couple of pics.
First, cute kitty…..
Second, HORROR!!!!!!!!
This post is me acting way more hyped for the Red Sox in game six than I actually feel!
Patches is feeling the hype too! Just look!
So… am I posting too many cat pictures? I think I might be. Not that I’m going to stop or anything.
We cleaned up Bellana’s room over the weekend and removed most of Miss Patches’ favorite hiding spots.
Her new favorite spot is Harry’s beanbag chair. Anyone in her position would do the same, obviously.
To celebrate Ms Patches’ 11th adoptaversary we bought her a swanky present. A shiny new litter box. Her first litter box was a fully enclosed box. A few months ago we wanted to move her from the back door entrance way to the old bathroom but her litter box wouldn’t fit. We bought a new one that wasn’t an enclosed box, just your normal every day standard cat box. Today we realized that after all that time in the closed up box she had… well… apparently… taught herself to piss sideways. In the old box she would pee on the inside walls. In the replacement box she would still try to pee on the inside walls except there were no inside walls. She was standing inside the litter box and somehow missing. Not all the time, but some of the time.
So we bought her a new enclosed box and moved it back to the back door entrance way. We’re sorry kitty. We’re sorry for moving you in the first place and we’re sorry for moving you back. She’s one confused cat today. Again, sorry kitty. She can take solace in the fact that I cleaned up the mess in the old bathroom so she won’t have to do it herself. You’ve got that going for you, Missy.
Okay, that’s enough cat biology talk for today (assuming she actually uses the new litter box and doesn’t start shitting in the shower again like she did that one time).
Now we can concentrate on the important stuff. Stuff like Jen making breakfast for dinner tonight, and a certain Boston based baseball team’s playoff game.
11 years ago yesterday, I wrote this:
We own a cat.
Her name at the shelter was Panache. We might try to change that. She’s black with white feet, much like Floyd was.
They told Jen to pick a room and let her out there. We chose our bedroom. She dove right under the bed and wouldn’t come out. We took turns sitting with her. She’d poke her head out now and then. While we were eating dinner she came out to say hello.
Progress is being made.
Happy belated cat adoption day to the fifth member of our family, Miss Patches, formerly known as Panache, also known as Cat, also also known as Kitty, also also also known as about two dozen other names.
