I decided to go see what everyone was up to this morning, and show you it. You're welcome for that fabulously constructed sentence.
Lily has decided NedKitty's condo also belongs to her now. She and NedKitty do not bother each other, and will sit in the same room and chitter at birds, but it's not like they're best friends, either. They fluffily tolerate each other. Also, Dear Ned. We've lived in this house for NINE MONTHS. Good work on the picture-hanging.
NedKitty is obsessed with the bathroom. She's in there constantly. And when you shower, she gets in there and gets her head wet. It is the highlight of her day. Here she is sporting her I-showered-with-Ned mohawk. She will get her stupid cat head even wetter when I get in the shower today.
Do you think she thinks of Ned as Ned or as dad? I guess dad. At this point, Hulk has shot his own head clean off.
Lu. Chawing at a flea. She better not be chawing at a flea; I just spent $88483 on flea meds last month. Note I did not even bother to put on a bedspread. Too hot. And sheets are easier to wash after dogs lounge on them, being blog muses.
Oooo, I almost forgot to tell you. Ned and I were walking said curs just last night, and these two stupid young guys get out their car, and a CACOPHONY of dogs came out with them, NONE of them on a leash. I think there were four of five dogs, one in a cone. The rest were in a bowl. BAH.
The point is, of course they charged my dogs, and as usual, Edsel bit one. I don't even feel bad. Put your dogs on a fucking leash AT ALL FUCKING TIMES.
Tallulah jumped on my leg and looked concerned. She didn't even try to be mean to those dogs. It's all Edsel now. Lu seemed kind of (don't tell her) scared, even.
I didn't at all want to walk the dogs so I could get in my 10,000 steps or anything. Ned and I certainly aren't Fitbit friends now, competing for most steps. No, sir. That would be unhealthy. (Yesterday, I beat him!)
I noticed NedKitty moved from the bathroom to Ned's desk. She managed to throw up on all three of those books, books I bought for Ned at Christmas. Thanks, NedKitty, with your old-lady digestive system.
Finally, here's me and my blemish, watching the dogs fight. Tallulah's doing that dog noise she makes: Harrrrrrr. HARRRRRR. ARRRroooooooRRRR. I love it when Lu does that. Marvin used to ask her, "Are you Harrr-ing, then?"
I guess that's all I have to tell you, except have you seen that you can now download your entire Google history? Google it, man. It shows you everything you've ever looked up, and I am riveted by it. Everyone go look at this date (June 30) and whatever year and tell me what you Googled that day. (After you've Googled "My Google history" or whatever, go to the top-right of the page and you see a little calendar. Click on that, and click the left back arrow to go back in time. They should make that more efficient.)
I'll look at a year ago today...
- Why do cats disappear (oh! Lily was missing then!)
- Google Earth Nathaniel Greene Traffic Circle (I was photographed by the Google Earth photographers, when I was leaving Ned's one day. I guess I wanted to see my own self.)
- If your pet is missing, Greensboro (Poor Lily)
- Homes for rent
- Prince's cameo in Fargo
- Missouri Central time
I have no idea why I wanted to know if Missouri was on Central time. In all, that was a pretty boring search history It'd have been way intrestinger if I'd looked up How Do I Tell My Readers I Have Octopus Fantasies or something.
Okay, now you do it.
Wishing she had some pets,