Friday Cats

When She used to go to work, Fridays were special, because it meant She had two days before She had to go to work again. Now, She doesn't go to work on any day, unless She has a meeting or something, so Friday is just a plain day. Well, not really, because She feels happy for all Her friends who still have to go to work. Her OperaGirl work in the night time, so She has a different joy for her. Two nights before she has to go bck to her work.
I am happy to say that She feels better about the world today. Oh, She is still mad at the people who don't appreciate teachers, and who don't treat other people nicely - and about the school that arrested a kid for just talking about a gun. But She is not yelling and stressing about it today. I do what I can, and then I just have to face it, She says. I'm not sure what that means, but it makes things a lot more cozy around here.
He had to go and get His mother's dirty clothes to wash, because she was running out of clean clothes. He found out it is because she puts on a lot of clothes at the same time. She had on three pairs of pants, He said. It kind of gives Her a headache, but she just has to face it, like She said before.
To make things even better, She is having shrimp for their dinner. He is allowed to eat shrimp today. I hope She remembers that I am, too. Well, Toodles, everybody. I'm glad you read my stories.