Thief

Check out Robin trying to steal my water bottle. Thief!

Lazy

Morning Errands

Out running errands in the shitty weather on a Saturday morning. Let’s do it Hipstamatic style, what do you say?

Also, as a bonus… cats.

Jen gave the cats some medication today. Something to prevent… something… heart worms? I think. It was just a drop of stuff on their skin. Lily was annoyed but mostly okay with it. Robin was pissed. She was not happy. Sorry, cat.

In closing, music to run errands to…

Meow

As predicted in the previous post, the opportunity to take a picture of a cat did arise. I took full advantage.

Look at that little diva, mugging for the camera. What a super star. What a pro.

In the Office

Today is Wednesday and Wednesday is an in-the-office-day. Welcome to Wednesday in the office. Here’s a cat:

Did you see the season premier(s) of Star Wars Andor last night? Three episodes. I watched them all before I conked out for the night. I only got about five hours of sleep because somehow I managed to get up when my alarm went off without hitting snooze 10 times. How did I do that?

My spoiler free review of Andor season two episodes one through three, which covers the year BBY4 (four years before the first Death Star battle from the original Star Wars movie [so… 1973? Haha!]):

I dug these three episodes so much that I cannot wait for the next three episodes that are coming out next Tuesday!

There you go. There’s my review. Let’s celebrate with another cat pic:

I took that picture last night while sitting up in bed watching Andor on my laptop. The cat is laying against my foot. Perv.

Okay. Time to publish this puppy and dig into that customer issue that I am covering while the assigned programmer is on vacation. Nose to the grindstone. Crack that whip (give the past the slip).

A Song About a Cat

I wrote a song about our cat, Robin Sparkles, tonight. The words are pretty profound.

Some little kitties are squeakier than others,
You are the squeakiest of all.

I think it’s my best work. Robin Sparkles the Cat agrees.

Robin Sparkles’ daughter Lily Pad, however, does not agree. Not even a little bit. She thinks that I suck at songwriting.

I think she’s right.

Faking

Both cats were curled up in a ball, acting like they were asleep. When I looked closer though, they both had their eyes open. Were they pretending? Were they playing tricks on us? We may never know.