Sekrit Cat Biz and Stampede Strings

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What went before ONE: So lunch was food truck chicken nuggets and French fries. I have enough leftover for days, if I wish to play it that way.

Haircut achieved. I decided to let it stay long(ish) this pass. Stopped at the grocery for Trooper wet foods and tomatoes. Stopped at food truck. Came home, ate lunch. I think I have time to finish the book I'm reading before I need to leave for the chiropractor's office.

It's a pretty day, for those keeping score.

What went before TWO: Well, that's a boring bunch of mail. Two letters from people who want me to donate money; one scolding me for daring to have filed a complaint against it (I can file complaints against any entity that it does business with, but not against itself, which is very convenient for itself); and another that was supposed to correct a previous error, which, um, didn't.

OTOH, it remains a lovely, sunny, and cool day out of doors.

What went before THREE: Rook's baby picture, May 30, 2024 (from FB Memories). Notation on original posting: So, this is Rook. He will be ready to leave his littermates in mid-June. However, because of Schedules, I will not be able to receive him at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory until July.

It's funny, when I picked out his name, I thought to myself how unfair it was that black cats are often named for their color, and I decided that I didn't want to do that. And while I was mulling names, (Steve) suggested Rook, a powerful and flexible chess piece. I liked it, too, because it comes with Rookie as a nickname, and he certainly will be that.

It wasn't until I was talking to the breeder today, and she said, "Oh! I know what a rook is -- it's an English crow!" that I realized I'd been foiled.

What went before FOUR: So, the Jigsaw Draft has been put together. I need to Bring Up some stuff, but I'm feeling much happier about what I have, now.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Saturday. Glary and cool.

Disturbed night, what with Sekrit Cat Business -- which is fine, as long as Sekrit means Quiet -- unsettling dreams and various whatnot. Slept in slightly, and am slow to get moving. I may have a cup of coffee.

Breakfast was rice crackers with cream cheese and a side of cherries. Lunch is TBD.

I should find out if the local homeless shelter takes pillows. Steve had stockpiled pillows, and after more than a year, I've determined that they're In The Way, and I'm not going to use them.

Today will be mostly devoted to writing. Shan has written two letters, and I see that we must read them over the shoulders of the recipients, so that will be fun. Shan writes great letters.

Speaking of letters -- I got an email from SSA yesterday, and thank you to everyone who made it possible for me to experience a Stress Spike whenever anything having to do with SSA hits my mailbox, or it's coming round time for the monthly deposit. In the case, it turned out to be only the usual annual statement, but it was a thrilling few minutes that I could have done without.

The lady cats were having a bout of fisticuffs (fistipaws?) earlier. Not sure what it was about. They're now sharing opposite ends of a window, overlooking the path between the house and the garage.

I know there's a lot of Business of Democracy taking place this weekend. If you're involved, have a care; I see there's unsettled weather predicted here and there.

What is the weather where you are?

PS: After telling myself four times since getting up this morning to check Steve's Tilley hat to see if it has a stampede string, I have finally accomplished this, and -- yes. Yes, it does.

puts on pile for Monday's boat tour