Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
When Mom was a wee little girl, she schlepped around a small blanket, the satin edge of which she rubbed with her left hand while she sucked her right thumb. Maybe more detail than we need here. Anyhow, she couldn't say the word "blanket" yet, so she called this thing her "Blahblee." Fast forward a hundred years, and once Mom was living on her own (WAY before me), she started using an old down mummy bag inside of the sheets on her bed to keep her toasty, and she took to calling the bag her Blahblee.
Now she has Blahblee and Blahblee Junior. Junior is the original down bag, Blahblee proper is not downfilled, but heftier, and so it has become the major Blahblee in Mom's life. Anyhow, Blahblee Junior lives under our couch during the daytime, and I end up spending a lot of time down there schmoozing with it myself.
So there you have it!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Oh yeah, fear of my kibble bowl being completely empty -- but that's nothing new. I used to have a bottomless bowl of the dry stuff. That was until I started spreading. Now I get fed a small amount twice a day and when it's gone, it's gone. Empty bowl. I use that as a meditation tool. If I look at the empty bowl long enough, eventually it always gets more food put in it. So praying must work!
Monday, February 7, 2011
I love my Mom...we have a good life together. I'm a happy camper!
Purrs and meows from Beeg.