Went for a short walk and fed Paul lunch yesterday. Paul’s in good shape and told me a couple of hilarious (non-safety related) stories about his work. I used to post them, but now I know that lawyers lurk everywhere.
I have a project to complete for church today and then hopefully I can head off to Victoria with a clear conscience and the ability to actually walk through the terminals. Going up stairs for some reason is easier than coming down.
Unless of course Jeff wants to go first, in which case I’ll stay back and monitor cats. I’ve already let Buster out, he was wild to leave the house. He caught a mousie yesterday, which is now living in Jeff’s room in a box (Buster is generally kept out of our rooms as we’re not entirely sure he’s gotten out of the habit of pissing on things he wants to mark. I can no longer put laundry in the bathroom as he soddenated one of my favourite dresses.)llllllllllllllllllL0 ,555555555555555555555555555555555
\’]2333ll <—————Buster jumping up to greet me and mashing my keyboard.
Miss Margot is still good for a handful of fur every single day, and she’s getting increasingly cheesed with me and if I make eye contact with her for more than half a second she lollops off under the dining room table and hides. However she cannot resist the table top as a sleeping / puking spot (dollar sized circles of grit, no hair), so I pick her up while she’s unconscious and for the first thirty seconds she’s too sleepy to put up much of a fight. Don’t worry, those velvety paws turn into razor shanks when she’s so inclined. Jeff pointed out that she’s sharpened her claws up and down the eastern side of his bed frame, heavy sigh. Buster, if allowed in to his room, tips stuff off his desk and takes over his chair.