Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Bits and Pieces of Our Days

Ramona's Mindless love:

"Mommy, I'm going to throw myself into your arms for no good reason!"

Ramona in the tub:

Me: Have you washed your hair yet?

Ramona: No. Nor do I want to.

Our cat:

He's far more trouble than he's worth, but we love him. Well, four of us love him. Atticus is indifferent. Currently, Mr. Putter has a sore that needs attention, and he'll be going to the vet tomorrow. We think this nasty sore is due to his allergies. I finally found a food that is not the exorbitantly priced vet-recommended allergy diet but has prevented him from breaking out, and now I can no longer find this food in my town. Sigh. Remind me again of the benefits of pets.


I am less bluzzy tonight, but I could still use a good twelve hours of sleep. I don't think I'll get it but I can dream. I have actually dreamt of sleep. Sleep is the stuff my dreams are made of. Make of that what you will.


sarah said...

You have such interesting days.

Roxane B. Salonen said...

Thanks for the smiles, Karen. :)

Warren said...

Because a happy purring cat seems to transmit happy to his or her peoples.

I recommend fish. they are less work than cats. You just can't pet them. Well you can, and some Catfish/Pleco species actually really like it when you hand feed them, and will let you touch them too. But you pet one fish, and people look at you funny. No really people, stop looking at
me like that.


P.S. No, Catfish do not purr. At least I've never heard one.