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Thursday, February 28, 2008
A Watched Pot...
Kissing cousin to a watched pot?
A watched doorstep.
Do you see anything?
Exactly...
Still waiting on the yarn from Kim that was promised by the post office for a delivery by noon...
--SIGH--
How's that go again?
Through rain, or snow, or dark of night?
Do you see any of those on my doorstep?
Hey! That shawl is buying your kitty kibble!
No respect for the merchandise...
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My silly cat, Moe, was on my lap and trying to eat the fringe on Arabian Nights this afternoon. We had a long talk about why that would be a very very bad idea.
So frustrating to spend all that money on overnight shipping only to have the Post Office mess it up....grrrrr!
The kittie is very pretty and regal looking.
Beautiful, naughty Pip! "I'm the meezer. Gotta love me!"
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