It's a lovely morning. Getting colder by the degree, last night I put my down comforter (comftabur, as I used to call it when my stuffed animals, my blankie and my feetsie slippered pajamas comprised my uniform). This caused a "crazy cat reaction" among my little predators, as they bounced from room to room, finishing with a goose-stepping inspection of the fluffy addition to the bed, and a whirling finale at my feet.
Right now, Sascha is cuddling up to my black leather shoes.
"Sascha! Those shoes are made for walking, not ...whatever you're doing there. Oh god. What ARE you doing to them?"
This he did not long after he rousted me out of my reverie in the shower when he opened up the sliding shower door, as if to say, "Hey! Can we wrap it up, please? I've got some dripping water to study in here, and I'd like to do it some time this year, princess!"
Tonight I shall finally see Goblet of Fire. Yay! One of many and all things to be thankful for. I'm thankful for..AHCHOO!! Whoa! excuse me! I think I have some sort of allergy action going on this morning, and my sneeze just sent Sascha darting for cover. My sneeze had startled him while he was doing a little jig on the down comforter.
Anyway, I'll write more later. I must dress and head into work.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
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