Pardon me while I take a cat nap.

Today Jazzi and I bought toys for Robby. The best one is this dangly soft furry thing that's attached to a long string that's attached to a long stick. I hold the stick and Robby jumps and bats at the fur toy (a strange brown mouse, I guess it is). The questionable mouse really swings wildly on that string. One bat of the paw and the fake mouse boomerangs all over the place. Poor Robby was doing belly flops, back flips, flip-flops and back flops. Got that? He didn't seem to mind a bit, even on the unforgiving tile floor, and played with this thing for 10 straight minutes. Which means KEM played with it for 10 straight minutes. Then when Daddy got home, we had to demonstrate and do it all over again. This thingermajigger is called Neko Flies, it's swat cats love! Four cats invented it. And there are interchangeable toy creatures you can buy and clip on, very clever and lucrative. FancyCat magazine, I think is what FancyCat is, gave it a #1 recommendation, and I would have to put in my two cents, Marvelous toy.

I also bought him a bed, a little cloth basket, almost like what you would picture Moses mother made when she set him in the Nile. Only Robby's basket is made of cloth "ropes," for lack of a better word, since I am napping and can't think, and also, it is not pitched over with tar and slime. Also, it is round, for a curly cat. Well, so much for this great analogy. But Robby's basket looks like it would float. It is very deep and, of course, smaller at the bottom and then gradually widening at the top. A bowl, yeah, that's it. Furthermore, it is made in USA, South Carolina, to be exact, and it is handmade and it is supposed to conform to Robby's favorite sleeping positions. You can set it on the dryer, or anywhere else Robby loves to spend time. I did not make that up, that is what the directions say, on the dryer.

Speaking of dryers, when I went to open my dryer door today, while it was still drying, it kept right on drying. Hmm, let's try that sentence again. Speaking of dryers, when I went to open the door in the middle of the cycle, it kept right on tumbling. How'd that happen? Whenever you open the door in mid-cycle, it's supposed to shut off, right? Honestly, I'm at the age and stage where I need to start over. A fresh new house and all fresh new stuff to go in it, to go right along with my fresh new kitten. Out with the old. Ha, ha, don't we all wish. Well, Mike, Jazzi and I would be the only old stuff transferred. And my piano, of course. And my newish washing machine, of course.

At Bible study tonight, which I showed up just in time for the movie part of it, because Jazzi and I were shopping at the pet shop, so I missed the discussion part, which I kind of did on purpose because I didn't fill in the workbook blanks. There are two discussion groups and the group I am not in, they meet right inside the front door. I quietly pushed open the door, kinda sneaky, not wanting to disturb. A lady says, It's not working. Okay, where were we? Afterwards, I talked to this nice lady and her daughter. I barely know them from church. Barely. But the lady has back problems and two major back surgeries in the last year or so. She also has lupus, heart attack, gall bladder out, knee, hip and shoulder surgeries, etc. I remember from a ladies' retreat that she is very witty and funny. Well, we got talking for a half hour. Her DTD was standing right there, too. For some reason, the lady said, You are younger than I am. I said, No, we are the same age, when did you graduate from high school? 1978, says she. Like I said...that's when I graduated. I'm a good guesser. Turns out both our daughters are 19, too. Then we decided we are really different, aside from our ages and our DTD'S ages. She and her DTD are into higher mathematics, and I and my DTD are into little kids. DTD and I are not into higher mathematics and she and her DTD are not into little kids, except her own. But we all do love cats, minus my DTD, unless they are miniature, see the next paragraph. Well, when we left, I was behind her car. I followed her car on my way home, wondering where she would turn off to go to her home. She never turned off, never turned off. Turns out she finally turned off, 6 small blocks from my house. Good grief, we're neighbors.

My own personal DTD stopped by today and asked, Do they make toy cats, that will stay tiny, like toy dogs? Well, don't we all wish.

So, we didn't go see Jinny today. Tomorrow. And I didn't exactly test Bar Keeper's Friend Liquid, either. Tomorrow. But, I noticed the new bottle I bought myself, before all this "atrocious" stuff happened, is identical looking to the three new improved formula bottles they sent me, full-size and all. And now that I think about it, my own bottle, well, I haven't noticed the atrocious smell anymore when I clean my sink. It doesn't reek, really. It just smells...like sensible cleaner. But I will try the company-sent bottles tomorrow and give you a speedy report. Meanwhile, I just breathed deeply into my personal bottle a couple of times, to be sure it doesn't smell its formerly atrocious self. Well, I don't recommend deep breathing it, improved or not. Okay, I'm talking in circles. I am checking out now.

A Few Less Brain Cells Than When I Started This Post,
KEM
Excuse me, but I am back for a second. I just got up to wash dishes, after I pressed PUBLISH POST, and the Calphalon non-stick pan that I made pancakes in and then later, no washy in-between and 12 hours inserted, that kind of later, I made oatmeal in, well, the pan has cooled off and the film of oatmeal that was left and dried is just that, a film. It all came off as in a sheet, like glue or something that dried and you peeled it off. I has the transparency of waxed paper. Plastic is what it is. WEIRD. Is it the oatmeal, the pan...or KEM? Why is this yellow?