The power went out and I only two candles and it was dark and scary and I couldn't reach anyone by telephone...
So I built a fire in the fireplace. I took one of those fake logs - the kind where all you have to do is light the paper around them and they burn.
It made a nice light and made the scary fliving room much more cozy. I parked by the fire and read my book. Then Arn parked in front of the fireplace. He just watched and watched the fire.
Eventually he got a little bored (I guess) and decided to park on my book. He had one paw parked on the page. With a little finessing of the situation, I was able to actually turn pages and keep reading. But he never moved his paw. Not until I had about 10 pages on it.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Arnold Parks
Arnold parked with me for a long time on the three-people couch.
At one point I sort of scritched his ears and he purred and purred with his eyes closed. Then I poohed his pook and he sort of caught my hand and parked it on his pook and wrapped his paws around it.
We stayed that way for about 15 minutes. Then he woke up with a start, shook his head, unparked my hand and began vigorously grooming every bit of himself that smelled like me.
At one point I sort of scritched his ears and he purred and purred with his eyes closed. Then I poohed his pook and he sort of caught my hand and parked it on his pook and wrapped his paws around it.
We stayed that way for about 15 minutes. Then he woke up with a start, shook his head, unparked my hand and began vigorously grooming every bit of himself that smelled like me.
Where's Arnold?
It's Saturday morning... Audrey is somewhere. Under the couch upstairs maybe?
Arnold ventured out from the bedroom. Quietly, stealthily... One teeny-tiny up-mer when he jumped up to join me on the couch.
I was busy with Farmville and lost track of him.
Arnold? Where could he be??? I took the camera around the house --- into the front room... no Arn. Into the poohlet room --- "Arnold?" --- no answer. Back into my bedroom --- not looking out the window, not on the lemon. Where can he be?
Back into the fliving room. "Mer?" --- as he slithered out from under the blankets on the three-people couch! He was right beside me all along and I had no idea!
Now he's on the kitchen sink, looking outside the window.
Arnold ventured out from the bedroom. Quietly, stealthily... One teeny-tiny up-mer when he jumped up to join me on the couch.
I was busy with Farmville and lost track of him.
Arnold? Where could he be??? I took the camera around the house --- into the front room... no Arn. Into the poohlet room --- "Arnold?" --- no answer. Back into my bedroom --- not looking out the window, not on the lemon. Where can he be?
Back into the fliving room. "Mer?" --- as he slithered out from under the blankets on the three-people couch! He was right beside me all along and I had no idea!
Now he's on the kitchen sink, looking outside the window.
Stinky-face
Guess who made the stinky-face last night? --- that would be ME.
Audrey came to park with me and, for some reason, she STANK! Malodorous kitty fart, I think. I flipped her upside down to see if there was any visible reason for the smell - no luck.
It took about 15 minutes before she smelled good enough to park with.
Audrey came to park with me and, for some reason, she STANK! Malodorous kitty fart, I think. I flipped her upside down to see if there was any visible reason for the smell - no luck.
It took about 15 minutes before she smelled good enough to park with.
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