I saw an unbeatable sale on a combo vacuum/mop robot. Plus, I had birthday money I'd been holding onto for just the right time.
The cats were intrigued/frightened at first, as shown here. Like everything, though, they got used to it pretty quick.
You're encouraged to name your robot vacuums - I named mine Sidney, after Sid the Sloth from Ice Age. Because getting a robot to vacuum means I'm getting lazy... but can I admit that so far, I love it!? I can just set it up in a room, move the big things out of the way, and minutes later the floors are clean!
Stace is away for work this week - more on that later. But knowing he was gone anyway, when JT invited me to go to a concert at a church with her, I immediately said yes. Didn't know the artist, didn't matter; we don't get to see each other enough!
Stace is away for work this week - more on that later. But knowing he was gone anyway, when JT invited me to go to a concert at a church with her, I immediately said yes. Didn't know the artist, didn't matter; we don't get to see each other enough!

Earlier on Tuesday, I took Seb to the vet for a weight check, and he hasn't lost more weight, so we are happy that we don't need to worry about anything serious right now, beyond his urinary crystals and stage 2 kidney disease. Because he throws up more than he should, the vet prescribed a different food - one that is for digestive issues, PLUS urinary crystals. Cha-ching!
OK, this is a funny story. Remember Stripes? Click here if you don't...
I saw a post from an animal trainer in the entertainment industry looking for grey and white cats for a cat litter print ad. Why not, I thought? Winston might have the outgoing nature for it. So, I met the lady at the pet store to see how he'd react to a new situation. He didn't do too badly! She submitted him to the company but they ended up choosing other "talent."
(Maybe he didn't come across as professional enough...)OK, this is a funny story. Remember Stripes? Click here if you don't...
The day before Easter, Stace and I left for church around 6 pm and closed the garage door, which had been open several hours. Later, around 9, I went into the garage to get cat food, and felt something brush my leg. Stunned, I turned around, and there was Stripes! Rubbing my leg, flopping on the rug. "Ummm, sir! How long have you been stuck in our garage??"
I opened the door, and Vi and I walked him down the paseo, praying he'd find his way safely home.
Well, this week, I went into the garage Thursday morning, and found this deceased young gopher in front of the laundry! On Wednesday, there was an hour or two that I'd left the garage open. I can't say for sure, but I think Stripes might have brought me a gift. Our cats aren't outside to hunt, and this is right where I've found Stripes (twice) in our garage, near the extra cat food, and the laundry. Hmm.
This is what happens when you leave your dough to rise, eat dinner, go to Quigley to take a walk, and forget you were supposed to be baking bread!
Thankfully, it still baked well and wasn't too airy to slice. (I'm sure there's a proper word for that?? The opposite of dense...)






















































