It has been a snuggly kind of day, which started with some good news. A while ago, She decided to part with some of her precious money and buy some fish at a bargain price. Here's what happened. The fish were supposed to come on last Friday, but with all that ice on the road, the delivery guy couldn't bring it. It finally came about 8 PM last nji9ght, and all the cool was gone out of the big box. She said She was afraid to give us that fish, because it might be spoiled. She wrote a polite letter to the fish-selling company and told them what happened. They said She was right, that the fish might make us sick. They told Her to throw it out and that they would send a whole new bunch of fish, which will arrive next Tuesday. We all know what day THAT is! We will get a whole new box full of fish, and She won't have to pay any more money for it. She is chuffed.
They are gathering up papers for the people who are taking care of His mother, so that when the debts are paid, L'ancienne can keep on getting care. His mother doesn't know what day it is or anything about the frozen weather. His mother's mind is empty. Here is what She said. If I ever get like that, just take me to the vet and have them put me to sleep. He says She can't do that, but She made me promise. That will not happen, He says, because She works crossword puzzles every day.
I will go and climb back up on Her so She will be covered in A cat, at least. She loves that. More news tomorrow, after Crones.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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