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Bookkeeper, tax preparer, cat lady, blogger, organizer, mystery writer.

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I've finally decided that I am a writer - all the other things I do just pay the bills. Someone eloquent once said that if you do what you love, the money will follow. Well, let's just see about that.

RIP Aggie

RIP Aggie
Aggie was my fifteen-year-old cairn terrier - or maybe I should say I was her 55-year-old person! She was my faithful companion, spoiled rotten and I am still trying to figure out what to do without her.

Peter the Cat...

Peter the Cat...
This is Peter the gingersnap tabby! He's seven years old and has just been promoted to Peter the Very, Very Good. He is working his way up to Peter the Great...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...

Bee - the Cat Who Came From Somewhere Else...
Bee is Peter's buddy. He's eight years old and has made himself right at home. I guess cats really do come in pairs or sets of three!

And Jasper makes three!

And Jasper makes three!
Jasper is our new guy - the Cat From Another Place. He's four years old and we think he likes it here - so far, so good!

Buzz about...

Friday, January 15, 2010

The Lady is a Tramp...

Okay, so I'm sitting there last night, minding my own business and reading The Enemy by Lee Child - a great book, by the way - when I hear this noise.  At first I thought Aggie was snoring, as she is sometimes wont to do.  I patted her on the head and she looked up at me with her little pink tongue poking out of her mouth, as if to say, "What'd you wake me up for, Mom?"  Not Aggie - sorry about that, baby girl.  I still heard the noise.  I listened for a little bit longer to determine where the noise was coming from and I realized that it was coming from the other side of the wall behind my sofa - where the back building stairs are.  It was a female voice and it got louder and well, more pornographic.  I looked at the clock on the stove; it was 10:45 pm.  Was I hearing things or could Miss PD and her paramour - he of just how many knocks I am not sure - really be, you know, on the back stairs?  It wasn't my upstairs neighbors on their porch - the sound was coming from the stairs on the other side of my living room wall.  When I went to my door, the sound got louder; this trollop was definitely on the back stairs with Mr. KnockKnock Whomever.  I mean, honestly - have some people no shame?  Or dignity?  Then a hilarious thought hit me: suppose she gets knocked up by Mr. KnockKnock?  Yes, I am definitely glad I am moving on Saturday.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Dawn, hope you're move went well. You're in my thoughts and prayers. Hope you have a good week! ~ Yoli :)

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  2. Hope you are safely in your new digs away for the melodrama!!

    I will be thinking of you unpacking and storing things away as I will be cleaning cabinets and my pantry today as well!

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