Happy Don’t Touch That Zipper Wednesday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Sven, and Fatwa!
Funny, when I think of cat suits, that’s not the image that comes to mind.
Fatwa -- I remember when a friend of mine moved from SoCal to Houston. He had to mow his lawn every Saturday, or he wouldn’t be able to push his mower through it. He had about a half acre and during the summer he’d have to take a break part way through or he’d get heat stroke.
Teh Younger just got back from his trip to Catalina. He said it was horrible. They had a group of 6th graders from Compton, and most of them threw up on the way over, yesterday. He had to keep reminding them to toss their cookies overboard, and not in the trash cans, to look at the horizon to reduce sea-sickness, and to eat something. They mostly ignored him. Snorkeling was terrible, with no visibility, as was to be expected. Things weren’t as bad on the trip back, because they were going with the waves, instead of against them, but a few kids still got sea-sick. He said he almost retched a few times passing by groups of kids because they smelled of vomit and feces. The nice thing was, since they charter a boat for these trips, he didn’t have to clean it afterwards.
Well tomorrow is my big eyeball day. Surgery in the morning and then all kinds of drops for like forever. Wish me luck.
Jack Tatum came home last night -- he finally ran into something tougher than him and is quite the mess. I’m hoping that after I get home late morning, that Mrs Sven can take him to the vet. Poor feller.
Cats. It’s always all about them.
Good morning, GN; hiya, Sven!
Guess that thread kitteh really doesn’t want anyone messing with his new suit.
Paddy --
Hope your son didn’t have to do any chumming. 👿
Sven --
Bummer that you only got half a show; do you know if there was actually a fire or if it was a false alarm?
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Criminy…had to mow the back yard again this morning; damn our wet spring and fertile soil! 🙂
BBL.
It was an actual fire -- a marijuana grower building.
Happy Don’t Touch That Zipper Wednesday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Sven, and Fatwa!
Funny, when I think of cat suits, that’s not the image that comes to mind.
Fatwa -- I remember when a friend of mine moved from SoCal to Houston. He had to mow his lawn every Saturday, or he wouldn’t be able to push his mower through it. He had about a half acre and during the summer he’d have to take a break part way through or he’d get heat stroke.
Teh Younger just got back from his trip to Catalina. He said it was horrible. They had a group of 6th graders from Compton, and most of them threw up on the way over, yesterday. He had to keep reminding them to toss their cookies overboard, and not in the trash cans, to look at the horizon to reduce sea-sickness, and to eat something. They mostly ignored him. Snorkeling was terrible, with no visibility, as was to be expected. Things weren’t as bad on the trip back, because they were going with the waves, instead of against them, but a few kids still got sea-sick. He said he almost retched a few times passing by groups of kids because they smelled of vomit and feces. The nice thing was, since they charter a boat for these trips, he didn’t have to clean it afterwards.
Sheesh. It sounds like the boat smelled like Hollywood. Sorry your boy had such a trip, Paddy.
Well tomorrow is my big eyeball day. Surgery in the morning and then all kinds of drops for like forever. Wish me luck.
Jack Tatum came home last night -- he finally ran into something tougher than him and is quite the mess. I’m hoping that after I get home late morning, that Mrs Sven can take him to the vet. Poor feller.
Prayers for a successful surgery and short recuperation, Sven. Additional prayers for Jack. Poor kitty.