Sunday, August 15, 2010
I worked pretty steadily on enlarging my walkway and patio space back here, around the gazebo, until it got too hot and then I moved inside and stopped doing anything as I got my Facebook addiction up to the level of my Twitter addiction. Cyrus died, Roscoe moved to Savannah, and then Bob showed up. I'm happy to have a cat again. I didn't realize how much I've missed having a cat. Now I want to get or make a big scratching pole for Bob. I'm also happy not to have to pick up fifty pounds of dog shit a week. I'm glad I no longer have the big Vet bills that taking care of Cyrus generated. He had so many health problems. And yet, there isn't a day that I don't look at Cyrus' bed area expecting him to be there and most days it feels as if he's still with us. He and Roscoe ate mass quantities of dog food. Marley and Bob are very dainty eaters in comparison. Well, Marley isn't exactly a dainty eater, but you know what I mean.