The new kitty in the Hobbit Hole, who is now officially Dylan Carmello, has a decided preference in his toys. He dive-bombs the bag containing all manner of kitty delights (feathered bells, belly-balls, bally-mice, etc.) and has taken out one feathered mouse daily to play with. All the other toys have been left in the bag, shunned. I am always impressed when pets have decided preferences in things. I really should get over it as I've got decided preferences in things.
I'm in the middle of a life-sucking cold and am not feeling particularly creative, clever or anything else except tired and cranky. I hope the person who gave me this (I've narrowed it down to people on my morning bus ride) has emergency construction in front of their bedroom window all summer long beginning with jack-hammers at 5:00 a.m. every day of the week. One can only hope for fairness in a world where some punk on a bus can give you a cold.
l;pp (Dylan likes to type while doing laps)
And I've got a concert this afternoon. I desparately need some coffee to get my day going before I warm-up. Cough cough, sneeze, cough.
An Erinku:
Algernon
your absence
noticed by
lack of mouse poo
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