Boxing Kitty, or, Cat As My Hat part II

Today I have to take Pepe to the vet. It is time for his second round of shots and so he shall have them. But that means I've got to put him in a box. Which sucks. Admittedly it sucks more for him, but for me some also. And it's a cardboard box on top of it all. But I ain't buying a fancy cage as I don't expect I'll be needing to crate the cat all that much. In fact, I'm only doing it because the cat lady, you know the kind, insists that unpaked cats cannot be transported and I don't want a big tsk tsk tsking when I come in. I'm surprised she didn't insist on some kind of cat bubble wrap, but I would never make that remark out loud near her. Can't wait to tell her the cat is already eating duck. That'll blow her whole kittens have sensitive stomachs... balanced nutrition... stomach enzymes...blah blah blahitty blah out of the water. "Yes ma'am, I think nutrition is important also. Which is why he must finish ALL of his duck before he gets any pineapple upside down cake. Um-hmmm."

Apparently the wife photographed us sleeping last night. We are nothing if not gentle, peace loving creatures. They are all kinda cool, so I will post several that are close to being identical with the only exception really being the exact spot on my butt that I am scratching at any one time.

I take my insurance licensing test on Thursday and will hopefully be in the field earning tens, if not hundreds of dollars. Hi, I'm Ed Abernathy from Banker's Life and Casualty. We specialize in seniors. Well, it's not exactly what I dreamed about as a child. But if I make enough money I suppose I could buy me a Kenworth, drive it down the highway just for fun, and only have destinations with giant parking lots. Like the bluegrass band, and I want to say Stanley Bros. or Willis Bros. or something but I know it isn't right, used to sing: "Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around/It's the easiest way that I've found/Some guys can stop her on a dime or back her right downtown/But I need forty acres and I'll turn this rig around". Amen to that, brothers.

Oh goodness, it WAS the Willis Bros. CLICK HERE, I COMMAND YOU.

Well, today I've got nothing and the love of my life has awakened and come out. Therefore, today's time is up. Adios, peeps and peepinistas. Peeporitas, too.

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Ramblin' Ed