Okay, I was seriously going to ignore this one. Mainly because I would just be repeating what I said about my keyring. But as I sit here resting for a few minutes before I have to go after KFKAP again (more about that in a moment), I realized that if I don't do it today, I probably will come up with an excuse tomorrow (though tomorrow's would be a real excuse).
So for better or for worse, my desk will tell you I am a packrat. I have 3 cameras sitting here, maps to Disney, a telephone, the computer (of course), a printer that needs servicing, headphones, a margaritta glass full of water (what did you think I was going to be drinking at one in the afternoon?), Q-tips, highlighters, pens, an airplane, card readers, lotion, cotton balls, a brush, a glass full of receipts, cd's and pictures that need to be filed. Do you feel better now? LOL.
And for Michael at The Wonderful World of Nothing Worthwhile, I give up. Every time I try comment to your "Can the Perfect Post be Written," my phone rings (isn't that scary). So here is my comment: If you are going to write the perfect post, leave out the teary stuff. I won't read if it is going to make me cry. There, I've commented now.
And with regard to your podcast (and yes I did listen VBG), I would suggest you don't give up your day blog just yet, LOL.
Now about KFKAP. I don't know whether to kill him or have his IQ tested. I really hate cats on counters or tables. So where do you guess he goes when I'm not looking? Right, the counters. I have chopping blocks and cookie sheets balanced on the edge of my counter so that if he jumps up he will fall and make a terrible racket. Took me a couple of times to get it just right, but I think it is working to keep him off. I hope.
That's the kill stuff, but the genius stuff, well. KFKAP doesn't meow much. He's a pretty quiet cat so when he does, Pan or I check up on him pretty quick to make sure he hasn't hurt himself (he does have a tendency to fall off beds and over things when he is playing). So when he meowed yesterday I really took off as he sounded like he was in terrible pain. Down the hall I go when out of nowhere he jumps me then runs like heck to the bedroom, peering around the door to see if I am chasing him. Guess I better read him the story about "Peter and the Wolf."


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