Probably not such a good thing though.
I have sheets in the washer and I think I will go to the store this morning and buy my turkey and let it start thawing in the refrigerator in the garage. And more cat litter. That child can poop! She/he has torn up that bathroom and of course she is bored. I have a feeling that Mr. Moon is not going to be completely delighted by the new tenant. I will buy her some toys, too, I guess. I made her a little aluminum foil ball to bat about if she wants to do that.
But how do get her to stop freaking out every time she sees me? Am I going to have to sit in that bathroom on the floor for endless hours, talking to her, trying to coax her to come out of hiding in the shower curtain?
I just took her some more mashed up chicken pot pie and set it down and she did poke her head out to let me see her. I knelt on the floor for awhile and talked in that high silly voice we all use to talk to babies, whether human or chicken or puppy or kitty.
Mostly what I say is, "Hey, little kitten! Hey little kitten. You're so pretty."
I mean- what else is there to say?
I talked to Jessie. She said she might come over tomorrow and make lemon pies and tame the cat. I said that this was a good idea. Probably shouldn't take her more than an hour or so to do both. Right?
She got home from work last night to find this:
Is Vergil the Man or what?
I guess I better get to it. The day is going to creep up on me and I need to get things done before Mr. Moon comes home. I don't want him to think that all I've done since he's been gone is sleep and eat and drink and read.
Oh wait. Yeah, that's pretty much all I've done.
Those things and trying to tame a wild cat.
Happy Sunday. Here's your weekly picture of my favorite miracle.
Look at them gnarly old arms. Why do I think he's so damn cute?
Who knows? Not me. Not sure what that T-shirt's all about but I want one.