I find out about the job interview today.
Alex was over yesterday. He climbed up on the sofa to sit next to me, played with a cat toy, and was pretty much the crab man from Mars the entire time because he had a little cold previously this week. At the same time he was wonderful playing on the pinball.
Buster left a metre long scoot streak on the kitchen rug. I said angrily why does he do that when I’m just washed it??? Once he literally watched me put down a fresh rug straight from the dryer and he scoot motored across it within seconds.
After that lovely visit I heard from Mike; we had a really subpar meal at Brooklyn but damn that view makes up for it. There’s also help wanted signs and I haven’t had the same server there twice. There was eggshell in the burger and chicken bone in the quesadilla and it’s like Who is in the Kitchen and Why are they So Sad.
Re Buster: doesn’t warm, clean toilet paper sound good to you?