Another one of my Irish Grandfather's saying for you on this Monday: Trust in yourself. Your perceptions are often far more accurate than you are willing to believe.
Another adventure in cat ownership: I was on the phone with someone about a callback. Because I didn't want the cats interuppting, I went into my back room and closed the door. Sadly, the effort was in vain, because Persephone, with her determination to be a pain in the ass at every turn, began banging against the door and screaming louder than a police siren. Finally even the interviewer had to ask what was going on. Embarassed, I explained that I wasn't killing my cat. She's just a spoiled brat! Have a lovely Sunday!
Of all the things I love about being a cat owner (i.e: slave), nothing quite gives me the same special feeling as coming home after a long, long day of work, to have to ask, quite seriously, "Have I been burglarized?" at the sight of the destruction that used to be a neatly ordered house. No, no...just the cats, making the most of the unchaperoned day! Have a great Tuesday!
My thought's for you on this Valentine's Day: Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
