Tag: Cats
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where i’ve been.
I’ve been emailing this morning with Heather and Jessica about how I’ve always wanted to change the letters on the HOLLYWOOD sign to read HURRYUPANDWAIT.
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Olive did this for half an hour.
Since many of you wrote to say, “But Pamie, I like stories about the cats,” I offer you stee’s entry today, where Olive learns… well, I’m not sure it’s possible anything was going on up there, but we learned she’s not nearly as smart as we gave her credit. I kept saying she was going…
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Los Angeles Kitten Alert!
I know it’s a blog cliche to write about cats. But what about brand new kittens? What about brand new kittens who need a home? What about kittens found by television’s Todd Robert Anderson? Sure, other websites promise Kittens From Todd, but do they actually deliver? No. But here at pamie.com, if you want a…
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everybody’s working on the weekend.
Having a job that pulls many hours a week at an office has given me something I haven’t had in a long time: weekends. Mmm. Weekends. Two blissful days without a commute. I had forgotten the luxury of spending the morning in bed with a cup of coffee, lazy cats, a good book (Does Lemony…
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Since Turning Thirty, I…
–woke up with aches and pains. I do believe I said, “Ow, my back.” –forgot what I was going to say two words into the sentence. –publicly announced someone’s birthday as belated, when it hadn’t happened yet. –surfed online for a good, affordable Singer, and not the kind that come to my house and play…
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I wanna lick-lick-lick-lick you from your head to your toes
Taylor is a weird cat. Always has been. He’s strangely anti-social, but then will hang out in a room and stare at everyone. He likes to eat carpeting, wool, and thick blanketing. He doesn’t like to eat food if someone’s watching him. He waits until everyone goes to bed before settling into his bowl. I’m…
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potholes in my lawn
We are on the porch, working, enjoying both the view and a very rare quiet moment. I’m taking a break to update you on Skunk Watch 2004. We have motion-sensor lights in front, so we left those on last night. I also sprinkled enough cayenne pepper on my front lawn to turn those grubs into…
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I Suddenly Have a Lot of Keys
The letter from a San Diego librarian kept reappearing while packing up the old house. I didn’t know what to do with it, or where to put it, so it was circling the house until it was one of the last five things boxed up. There are always those last three boxes of crap that…
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Four on the floor. Or five, really, counting Olive.
We gave away our couch and chair to Out of the Closet today. That made a lot more sense before I realized we still had another two days to live in the house. We’re sitting on the floor, watching the Olympics. This is another one of those “sink pasta” moments that will be incredibly romantic…