"This is my plant (nom, nom, nom)"
I took it away from him.
Welcome To The Service Industry, Part 5
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A blog by a "sucker" and a "loser" who served her country in the Navy.
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that the 2020 election was stolen, or
especially if you supported the 1/6/21 insurrection,
leave now.
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We are currently catsitting my cousin's two cats while she's on vacation. I had forgotten the joys of 4am serenades, being walked on while in bed, and wet noses in the face. But still worth it.
Ah yes, cats and plants. They do it just because they can.
Mine had me up at 0600 to feed them today, a Saturday. At 0830 they had decided that I had had quite enough sleep for one night. After going to bed at 0130 I wanted to argue. Something about the way they were purring made me get up. They were overjoyed that I was awake and could pay attention to them.
I don't know how I could live without a cat or two around the house. I'd get more sleep maybe, but what would be the point of waking up?
Fellini bagged a Wascally Wabbit yesterday and fulfilled his feline duty by leaving it where SWMBO would find it as she came home. She acted properly grateful, but it wasn't easy...
My cat Ocean is eating the plastic plant in the hallway, not a real one. I'm seriously gonna have to take that plant to the Salvation Army or something.
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