Finally I'm back on track. Down 4 pounds and exercising again. Determined.
I had something I was going to blog about, but I think it's more vlog worthy, so I'm hoping to have some time to film a Middle Aged Angst segment today.
Instead I'll talk about Lola. The cat that comes to visit. Mind you, I am not an animal person, mostly because I have horrible allergies. But awhile back, this cat started coming to my window and meowing.
One day I gave her turkey. She seemed very hungry.
Then I did it again. And again.
Then one day I let her in.
Now mind you, she's not homeless. She doesn't have a collar, but she's well fed and not mangy at all.
So then me and the Things got her some stuff. A bed, a scratching post, a couple toys, a food dish and food.
This has been going on for at least a couple months now where she comes, mostly on weekends, though her weekday visits have increased.
Yesterday she came in and was acting crazy. Next thing I know, she's in my office peeing in a box that held the newspaper articles about me and my book. I promptly tell Thing One to kick her out, as she's really the only one in the house that likes her.
Now I'm convinced she's the reincarnation of the cat I accidentally ran over when I moved into the neighborhood. I always said the cats in the hood were stalking me after the incident, but now I'm convinced.
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