The only thing I accomplished during my weekend -- which normally runs from 8 am Tuesday to 9 pm Friday -- other than bake a ham and make some soup, was to take down my Christmas tree. Ginger was not on board with the plan.
Each time I filled a plastic bag with ornaments or garlands, she would pounce on it and drag it all out again. I turned around once and she she was tunneling into a heap of golden garlands like a meerkat trying to get away from a wild dog. She finally settled down in my computer chair to just watch. That wasn't good either. She used to sleep in that chair all the time in my old apartment, but seemed to have forgotten it after we moved. Now, she remembers. I'm going to be doing a lot of blogging from the standing position.
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sLAVE TO A PUDDY TAT! sHAME!!!!
It's 29 years of marriage.
You old softie.
Twix likes sleeping in my computer chair, too. There's a really nice soft spot on the arm of the couch atop a folded microfiber throw. She gets gently transferred and settles in rather well, for one who doesn't take disturbance lightly. :)
Who you calling old?
May be I'm different, but there's no way a cat is going to keep me from sitting on a chair. Anyways, my cat likes to lay on my old crt monitor. It bugs the heck out of me so now I have a box on top to keep her off. Oh, she tried, but after a minute she gave up. I'm waiting for the thing to catch fire with all that cat fur in there.
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