Tag Archive: Abigail


Today was my Wednesday off so I made plans to go out with Christine. I woke up with a wicked sore throat. Couldn’t swallow without pain. It was pretty annoying considering I woke up in time. Thinking that maybe if I got up and started moving about I would feel better, cause sometimes that does happen, I got up and made eggs for breakfast. I sprinkled some of my very hot red pepper flakes on them. Red pepper is good for sore throat. It didn’t help, the longer I stayed up the worse I felt so I ended up going back to bed.

Of course in this house you can only stay in bed if you have the plague or are dying, or is that, ‘dying of the plague’? Eventually I had to get up. Em wanted lunch and Gwen wanted to go up to apply for a job at the mall. I also wanted to try for Yankee tickets. After getting home the mail came and my findings arrived, so now my Yankee earrings have lever-back ear wires instead of posts. One more thing ready for opening day, just have to get tickets.

My hair appointment had been changed from 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. since my stylist had to go to a funeral. After my appointment I was supposed to pick up Nick. Of course first the stylist was late, then it took forever to do my hair. When I tweeted ‘Why does it take so long to do my hair?’ Em tweeted back, ‘Do you know how much hair you have?’ This much, this is how much hair I have, but it does look good doesn’t it?

Finally she was done and I left without getting it dried. Picked up Nick and some other kids, took them all home and then we got home. I was so happy to be home, but the day wasn’t over yet. As I was coming up on the deck I heard a commotion inside, Butterscotch was running back and forth on the windowsill, and I was wondering what was wrong with our cat? Then I realized it wasn’t our cat. It was one of the feral cats from the neighborhood (yes one of those cats I hate, unreasonable I know), that had somehow gotten inside. Abigail was locked upstairs, Butterscotch put in the basement, and while I stood in the cold with my sore throat and wet hair holding the door open so they could chase this demented feline out, it ran the opposite way into the living room, up on the windowsill behind the computer desk and almost took out our router.

Stitch manged to catch it and put it outside, where it rocketed away from the deck. It is not the cat’s fault it is stray and wild, but if that cat ever gets in our house again, it is getting the business end of my boot.

The rest of the evening our two cats were eying each other, perhaps to make sure we hadn’t replaced one of them? Abigail kept sniffing the windowsill, after all that is her perch to watch the world go by. And an impostor had been on it.

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First day house sitting

The family all left at 8:00, well a little later than that. I keep saying I am house sitting, but is that really true if it is the house I live in? I think so, since I live in the basement and I will be staying upstairs. I have to leave in a little while. I should go to the gym but I really don’t feel like it. I probably should find Butterscotch and put him downstairs. But right now I don’t know where he is. Gwen told me the cats get along, but when I brought Butterscotch upstairs, Abigail hissed at him.

He even went in her basket, I hope she doesn’t poop in it when she smells his scent in there. I have no idea, I don’t know that much about cats. When he gets in her basket, I realize he is smaller then her. She totally fills up the basket and he doesn’t.

6:37 p.m.
Well, I am still sitting here, doing nothing, it is probably too late to walk to Ron’s or the park, or to Allsport. Except Allsport is open until 8:00 so I do have time to go there. Then I can go to Wendy’s for a Bacon Cheeseburger. The junior one is only 8 or 9 points.

Stitch called me to talk to Abby. I couldn’t get the phone to her because she was sitting on the windowsill. But she wouldn’t come off it. She just looked at me like I was crazy. So he called back and left a message for her. Then Tigger and M sent me text messages. I stopped answering Tigger because he annoyed me. He hasn’t sent me anymore text messages. He sent me this picture of the place they are staying.

Well, it is late and I really should be in bed. I went on WW but couldn’t think of anything to say. I need to go on Amazon to post a review of the book I just bought, but I don’t feel like it. I really have no idea what I wanted to post here, I just need to make long posts. I discussed this before.

I posted pictures of Abigail on Yahoo Booktalk and everyone thinks Abby is beautiful. One woman called Sassy a calico, humph. One who couldn’t open the Yahoo site I e-mailed the pics to, one of Abby and one of Sassy. She said Abby had beautiful markings and asked if Sassy was a torti. So some do know what is what. I also emailed the pictures to B___. She said Abby was pretty and that she remember Sassy, ‘she must be getting up there in years’. She is indeed. That reminds me of something I need to do before I go to bed.

I went to post a comment on my vacw’s website, but then I realized it would give him a link to this blog, so I deleted it.

Well, I think I have said enough. Good-bye for now.

House of cats



So I took another picture of Buddy and I am posting it here. I have no idea why, I have so many pictures of him. I just crack myself up when I see him sleeping in a funny position. When I saw him sleeping on the stairs on his side, with his arms crossed, I just had to run get my camera. Cell phone picture just would not do. Then this afternoon, I took my camera upstairs and took some pictures of Abigail. She is a very photogenic cat. Pictures of Sassy, she always looks a little spastic. Pictures of Abigail look like they should be on a post card. This picture I put on my phone and sent it to Tigger. He likes it and made it his wallpaper. Of course he tried to show me while I was driving. Considering I send text messages when I am driving I guess he thought it was ok.

Abby the window cat

I was listing some books on Amazon to sell. Tigger brought down a whole stack of books, “We never read these, can we sell them?” Then he realized that with the shipping credit Amazon gives, you get more money than you ask for, so he tried to get me to sell a quarter for 15 cents. He is a total nut case. I am not a meanie, I speak the truth.

It is raining like crazy here. 9D is flooded so if we want to go to the mall we have to drive up Route 9. Tigger asked me if I have sold anything yet. Then he told me he was making pancakes. Very cool I told him. He agreed. Someday, I have to take a good picture of Abby.

Stitch loves driving

So I suppose I should say why I am mad at the Booktalk Posters. I was feeling like they were acting like a bunch of old ladies, I said Sassy had surgery and no one posted anything, normally they are all huggy, nothing, then I mention Abby and they are throwing advise at me like I asked for it! Well no thanks.

Now Stitch loves driving. It is his favorite thing. Well not really. D’s van has not been running so I have been getting dropped off and picked up and Stitch has driven my car almost every day this week. He even drove over the bridge and in Newburgh, while he was following D. It is almost scary.

New Kitty

Well, the kitty’s name is now Abby. She is really a nice cat. She stayed in all day yesterday and last night and seems perfectly content. She used the litter box M got for her. Stitch said she kept him up with her purring, then when she started to cry he petted her and Sassy hit him in the head. Tigger sent me a text when I was on the train that she almost woke D up. Then he says ‘not good’. It will be next.

“abby almost woke up daddy
not good”

I have been putting in Pepsi points. M has been giving them to me. She has been asking for the Rainbow song. Some group has redone, “Over the Rainbow” a group called The Hawaiian Rainbow Singers. Anyway, I downloaded it last night. She doesn’t have an MP3 player right now, so I put it on her phone for her. It sounds better on her phone than mine. Anyway, I think that is all I have to say for now. Except I am mad at the Booktalk posters.