Last night, well before going to bed, one of us (not saying who) was already racked out...
"Aw, he looks so peaceful," you're thinking. I was thinking: If he sleeps now, he's going to be awake during the middle of the night.
Yep. Somebody walked on me real early this morning - not saying who, but it wasn't Joan. The furry boy was ready to be up and about before 5:00. I laid there until 5:30 or so; until it was obvious I wasn't going to get back to sleep.
I got up and started my morning routine. Murph really wanted to go outside; wasn't interested in his breakfast. It was still dark, so I turned on the patio light and took him out. He wandered about a bit. I enjoyed the first light of the day, before sunrise...
Back inside after 6:30, he was finally ready to settle down and have a bite to eat. And now, he's settling in for a nap. Yeah, I really want to scream and dance around him... but, I won't... because I am a good cat Dad.
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To the tune of Rawhide...
Shopping, shopping, shopping
Feel my arches dropping
Still we keep on shopping
Costco
Yeah, off to Costco today. Joan wanted to get some vitamin stuff, and food. I was along because I knew we'd be going to lunch afterwards. There were quite a few food items that one or the other of us nixed due to the huge size of the package, and the finite room in our freezer. They had some good-looking BBQ ribs that all you'd have to do is re-heat, but my plan was Famous Dave's for lunch.
In the end, we pretty much filled a shopping cart. It's a good thing we made the lunch out plan before we left the house, because I was told, "This is a lot of food - plan on eating in for a while." Yep.
Famous Dave's was good. I blame the need for BBQ on friends Denny and Debbie Stuck posted a video of Denny awash in smoke from one of his smokers, and some fine looking BBQ. They do this competitively; we have tasted their results: blows away Famous Dave's, but this is what we have.
Back home, I checked music gear off on the list Joan made and started the loading process. The Hip Replacements are playing out tomorrow. There is a reason I'm not keen on playing out too often... the equipment is lighter than the olden days, but my back is ricketier. I enjoy the crowd and the playing, but carting that gear around... whew!
2 comments:
Isn't he cute..... Word for the day: crepuscular. It means most active at dawn or dusk and describes cats and their natural prey. I only know this from junk mail that comes for our cats-only vet. I always thought that cats were nocturnal (night active, day sleeper) while people are diurnal (day active). I guess when you sleep 20 hours a day and are hyperactive when awake, it is hard to categorize.
That is, indeed, a 50¢ word. I just told Murphy that he is crepuscular... he asked, "Is that bad?"
I said, "No, buddy, you're a good boy... at least 43% of the time." Fortunately, he is not good with percentages. ;-) You can't count on him being less active at any particular time. If he sees something - or, *thinks* he sees something (like a gecko or a bird), he goes into full predator mode, regardless of the time of day.
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