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

Welcome!

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...

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Just had a serious freak-out...

It's Sunday and I was enjoying the silence.  But I reminded myself that I do have things to do and errands to run - and that working at home means actually staying at home and working during the weekdays.  So I finally motivated myself to load my trash bag into my old-lady cart and headed out the door for my weekly Publix bean run.  I turned around to lock the door behind me and when I grabbed the handle of my cart to drag it to the car, there was an orange tiger cat lying on the walk outside my door.  "Peter!" I said, rather loudly in a panicked tone.  "You can't come outside!"  And I abandoned my trash-filled cart and handbag to chase (that is a term used loosely here) the cat down the sidewalk and around the building.  He wouldn't stop for me and I kept trying to grab his tail - or something! - to corral this runaway feline.  I almost had him when I happened to get a good look at his butt.  That's when I realized that this orange tiger cat wasn't Peter at all.  I should know because I've been checking Pete's nether regions for a week to make sure he's healing properly from his big boy operation.  Not that I ususally make a habit of looking at cat butts, but after checking out this one, I was relieved to know that this rather well-endowed cat wasn't my sweet little Petey.

4 comments:

  1. you crack me up! I can just see all this in my mind's eye! Never a dull moment in that life of yours!

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  2. Really - my life isn't always one big commotion. Really.

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  3. So funny that you'd mistake one orange cat for another :-)

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  4. Mistaken identity...I actually once picked up my kitty from the vet after something routine. It was a crazy day and didn't look at him until we got home and I opened the kennel. Out came a total stranger...oops! Back to the (embarressed)vet for a trade in.

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