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It's a cold, lovely morning in Elk Grove, CA.
I don't know where they stuck the thermometer for reporting Elk Grove Weather, but I think they put it in the freezer. It's reporting 28 degrees. Good God, that can't be right.
I am about to bathe and get ready for work.
I made a rum cake last night for work. I just smelled it. Rum Cake huffing could very well become an addiction. I have to get a small gift for the gift exchange today.
I just played with the cats for a bit, and I get no end of amusement from knowing that Sascha has an absolute favorite type of mouse. Doesn't matter what color. I think size and shape are of significance. I can throw other things around the house. He doesn't just run after any toy. But this particular mouse, he loves. I flung several cat toys across the room. Finally I brandished the favored mouse, and Sascha mewed and churped at me. I revved up my tossing arm and Sascha's head followed the orbit of my hand. Finally I released and Sascha shot off like slower, domesticated cheetah after his prey. Faux prey.
What a cutie.
I don't know where they stuck the thermometer for reporting Elk Grove Weather, but I think they put it in the freezer. It's reporting 28 degrees. Good God, that can't be right.
I am about to bathe and get ready for work.
I made a rum cake last night for work. I just smelled it. Rum Cake huffing could very well become an addiction. I have to get a small gift for the gift exchange today.
I just played with the cats for a bit, and I get no end of amusement from knowing that Sascha has an absolute favorite type of mouse. Doesn't matter what color. I think size and shape are of significance. I can throw other things around the house. He doesn't just run after any toy. But this particular mouse, he loves. I flung several cat toys across the room. Finally I brandished the favored mouse, and Sascha mewed and churped at me. I revved up my tossing arm and Sascha's head followed the orbit of my hand. Finally I released and Sascha shot off like slower, domesticated cheetah after his prey. Faux prey.
What a cutie.