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the small grey cat which hides in the shadows got kitty kibble and water tonight. boy wants the cat to become friendly. *sigh* we're going to end up with brave raccoons, i fear.

i told him that if he ever manages to pick the cat up, zie's getting fixed and vaccinated, simply because i don't believe in leaving fertile strays to run about. let's just hope zie doesn't have fiv or another kitty disease.

zie has no collar and looks fairly thin (and is terrified of people), so i doubt zie's someone's (well-treated) pet.

ah, well. zie's not coming inside. and zie better not eat all my beloved toads and frogs.

i hate that there are stray kitties. being outside isn't good for domesticated felines. i can't let kitties inside because my lungs and eyes and skin and immune system would vehemently protest.

*sigh*

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i forgot to show beer chan and chibi beer chan to all of my well-loved friends.

thanks, fil.



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happy birthday, jkatj. i hope you have a wonderful birthday. :) hug your cats and wife lots for me today. and make sure you get lots of birthday hugs and spankins!

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scene: our kitchen.

i'm preparing a cup of coffee, explodingcat is putting a baguette in the oven. i toss a wet papertowel at the trash and miss.

k: i'll let you pick that up.
e: OH? what if i don't WANT to pick it up? maybe i want to dance on it.
k: (at the same time) unless you want to dance on it.
e: *dances on wet papertowel*
k: *stirs her coffee*
e: *throws papertowel away*
k: you know, you can throw those four tomatoes away (grape tomatoes, bad ones out of a larger bunch)
e: yay! *takes tomatoes out onto porch to throw into yard*
k: you should dance on them.
e: oh?
k: DANCE!
e: okay. let me take my socks off.
k: yay!
e: *takes socks off*
k: *watches through screen door*
e: where should i dance?
k: on the stone steps? or on the porch? perform for the cows?
e: there are no cows today.
k: dress rehearsal?
e: *tosses tomatoes onto porch deck*
k: *giggles*
e: *sings the chicken dance* *stomps on tomatoes at appropriate moments*
k: *drinks her coffee*
e: um, could i have a papertowel?
k: *already wetting a towel* no.
e: ACK!
k: *hands boy towel*
e: *grins* *wipes feet* *grabs socks*

j

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i slept poorly last night.

it's not unusual, but i *really* slept badly. i probably completely woke up twice each hour. i didn't dream much. i kept getting more and more sore and more tired each time i woke up. around 2:30pm, i managed to drag myself out of bed.

i made coffee to try to get my brain in gear.

coffee on an empty stomach. bad move. coffee makes my digestive system angry on a good day. today. ugh.

and i've spent most of today on the couch. boy and i've watched tv, read, and laughed at the skinks and hummingbird. we walked slowly to the mailbox and back. i just now (it's nearly 8pm) managed to be sufficiently un-dizzy to take a shower (i needed one, i hadn't bathed in a few days). i feel clean now.

boy is finishing up some dishes. he's also making dinner. he's so good to me. we might go up to to video store to rent a movie. i'm too tired to go out to the dawning tonight. in fact, he'll probably have to drive to the video store. it's not far, but i'm just out of it.

ah, well. maybe tomorrow will be better. maybe not. i'll accept it either way.

i wonder if i can convince boy to comb my hair for me. the thought of tackling my wet tresses is exhausting, even though he brushed it out for me before my shower.

ah, well. i bathed myself. there have been times i couldn't even do that.

maybe i'll feel better soon and can make a pie. that's not too hard to do. boy will help cut and peel the peaches.

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can someone help tiggywinkle identify some flowers?