Thursday, July 8, 2010

Post 1288 - A Weekend at the Cottage

It's crazy hot in Halifax today.  It's the kind of hot that makes you want to shave your back, even if you're a girl.  It's the kind of hot that makes you want to throw small children out of their wade pool and do a belly flop in it.  It's the kind of hot that makes you wonder what it would be like to walk around naked in a meat locker.  To Hell with the shrinkage.

I got home after work and tried to close my eyes for a spell before driving to the cottage.  But the phone kept ringing.  Did I have time to participate in a poll?  Did I want to hear about the latest products from TD Bank?  Do you have Robin Hood by the bag?  (The answers are: No, no, and none of your business.) 

It's about 8:15 here.  I will pack shortly, not that I'm packing much clothing.  Just a couple of thongs.  I'll have to find a way to sneak Newbie into his carrier.  He is becoming so... cagey, I guess.  When I feed him, he doesn't approach his bowl until after I've moved away from it, because I've lured him with food and then taken him to his carrier.  I swear, if I gave him 20 bucks that might work, but only once.  The day will come, as I have written before, when, in an effort to get him into his carrier, he'll trick me  into it, instead. 

If you have any suggestions for tricking a cat into a carrier, send them to me via comments to this blog.  I need them.  I'm nearly fresh out.

Let me peel myself off the couch and get ready for my journey to the cottage, ok? 


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