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Thursday, March 13. 2008Beware the Ides of March Remember when she use to actually fit in her bed? Ah, they grow up so fast... I am almost afraid to mention it, but I think Spring is well on its way. It has been over 40° most of the week, and after a winter season that seemed to start in October and during which we broke snowfall records from 1978, 40° feels just about like paradise. Finally I can look both ways without edging halfway into an intersection, and that stubborn icicle on the edge of the garage has bid us farewell. Good riddance. My car said it was 50° when I got in after work. I rushed home to turn off the furnace and open the windows and the patio door. Immediately, Sophie scrambled to the edge of the now screened door. She sniffed excitedly at the smell of real air, so excited in the exercise that she began to sneeze, sniffed more, sneezed more, and then rolled to her back, stretching all four paws in opposite directions as if to say, "I love life!" And then she sat up to clean her butt. She has an appointment on Saturday, March 15th: her one year check up! She has no idea, as I can assume that she's pays about as much attention to soothsayers as she does to me or Nick. She's a cat: if it isn't sparkley or jingly, why should she care? Though, I must say she always comes when called, even if she's in the middle of doing her business downstairs where the litter box resides. She's good like that—which is why Nick was alarmed Monday morning when she wasn't underfoot and did not come to his call. I, slower to stir after that nasty bout of Daylight Savings Time, awoke to his frantic looking for your favorite cat and mine. We found her in the garage. Even though it was her own lousy fault for somehow sneaking out there, I felt incredibly guilty and bought her several toys and two beers. 
Saturday, December 22. 2007Happy Holidays!) We sent this picture with our Christmas cards. It seemed to be well received. I stopped by the grocery store yesterday to pick up more Fancy Feast for the fluffy one, and I did something I swore I'd never do—but this is me imbibed with the Christmas spirit and antidepressants! I bought several "feasts" for her that at one time seemed a bit extravagant, but I think that she should be able to eat white meat chicken and whipped egg soufflé with garden greens on Christmas, dang it! It has been such a wonderful season for me. Yesterday, I was baking cookies for Dad with the amber glow of white Christmas lights and flickering candles while listening to Josh Groban singing "O Holy Night". It all just felt so right. I stopped by my aunts' yesterday while I was in the area and they gave me my present early (just in case the forecasted snow storm wreaks havoc on tomorrow's brunch date). They gave me the LOVELIEST piece of bakeware—ohmigosh I am so in love with it! It has the prettiest, most delicate floral-filigreed pattern with a rattan holder—it is like they saw the picture of what I wanted in my mind and found it! Sophie ate the wrapping on her present this morning so we gave it to her early. She's been mostly good, though we've noticed that the tree now looks slightly slanted in its base. This can be mostly attributed to a good daily climbing from the feline that seems to be getting bigger and stronger every single day. So, the run-down: Christmas with Mom's family was last Sunday, Christmas with Mom's sisters is tomorrow at brunch if the weather holds out, Christmas with Dad's family is Monday for lunch, Christmas with Nick's family is Monday for dinner, and Christmas with Dad is Tuesday for lunch. When we went through the list of invites (of my family gatherings versus his), Nick exclaimed, "I'm getting screwed!" Yes, well, that's the way that it is. You all have a very Merry Christmas! Sunday, November 4. 2007Sophie Sunday) Sophie handled her first Halloween here reasonably well. She foraged through the candy and looked longingly at the crowds of little witches and ghouls. Nick patted her head and told her, "You're too young this year. Maybe next year you can dress up and go trick-or-treating at Grandma and Grandpa's." Sunday, October 28. 2007Sophie Sunday) Sophie likes the basket, too. She likes it a little too much and has now gnawed through the weaving at every corner. |
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