*I’m calling it a string, it’s actually a cord, like from a pair of sweatpants or a sweatshirt.
(Every afternoon, for about an hour, I go upstairs, lay on Fred’s bed, and read while surrounded by a varying number of napping cats. Lately it’s usually Dennis and Tricki, sometimes Livia. Thomas comes up for some petting, and then settles down at the end of the bed.)
I’m off in a little while to take Thomas to Petsmart. I’ll have a few more pictures of him later this week, I’m sure.
A few weeks ago, the piece of metal that was wrapped around the tree in the back yard (to stop the cats from climbing up the tree) fell off. Fred’s been meaning to put another piece up there, but hasn’t gotten around to it yet (our family motto should be “I’ll get around to it. Some day. Or not.”), but it hasn’t been an issue. No one’s been climbing up the tree.
Until one day last week…
I went out and talked to her, but she just sat up there and squeaked at me. I went up to Fred’s office to point her out to him.
(Still haven’t put another piece of metal up yet. We’ll get around to it, hopefully soon!)
2012: No entry.
2011: “Yeah, come on down here, BRING IT ON!”
2010: “Mooooom! The couch is eating kittens again!”
2009: No entry.
2008: Here’s a hint: Mister Boogers? Not the man.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.