That usually means we're going somewhere. We're not. Well, not right away.
I am, of course, talking about the vote for "Cutest Pet" in Steph's class. It has expanded into the whole grade level. With school moving from all on-line to a combination of in-person, hybrid, and on-line, things have been moved around. Apparently this whole "Cutest Pet" thing is no longer a priority. Supposedly, the final tally will happen tomorrow. Now for disclosure, I heard: a couple weeks ago, this past Monday, and now Thursday. Pretty sure that pushing back was to allow Steph extra time to lobby for her 3 cats.
I have some insider information that the overall winner will be a guinea pig named Spicey, but Rufus is leading in the cat division. Steph's female, Tasha, is making a last minute surge. Vote tampering? Well, I won't go far as to say that... but, you do the math.
I sent Steph another photo of Rufus to show her class, but apparently school work was more important. Sure. It made Rufus sad. Very sad...
Yes, I'm kidding. Rufus is a happy boy. He sometimes sleeps with his face into the chair... or tucked into my arm. He is not a glory hound; not even a glory cat. Joan and I tell him all the time how handsome he is, but it doesn't go to his head. No matter how this vote turns out, he will be fine. I just can't let Steph know that. ;-)
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