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?