Thursday Thirteen15: Places to Say I Love You
1. In a fancy restaurant with lace table cloths, candles and flowers – much like Alice’s Restaurant. What? They don’t offer banana smoothies and burlap at fancy restaurants? Humph.
2. In a blog. Hey, it could happen. Hint, hint, Mr. Al. *furiously batting eyes at dear hubby.* Oh never mind. He only ever reads the blog to answer questions from his history thing on Wednesdays.
3. On a hillside overlooking town. But maybe not in February when you can cause an avalanche. Still, it was fun in the summer.
4. In the bathroom with the door closed and the kids on the other side. Hey, it’s the only door that locks.
5. In the grocery store while sharing a cart. Get your mind out of the gutter, I just mean it’s fun to shop together. You know, that should be a husband test. If you can’t enjoy a shopping trip together, don’t marry him.
6. At the alter. Talking about marriage made me think of it.
7. At the movie theater, but no kissing. That’ll get you into trouble. A smile and a squeeze of the hand will do until the lights are out.
8. In the car while driving cross country through a blizzard when everyone is tense and you realize life can be very, very short. I know it doesn’t sound like a good place, but it actually turned out fine.
9. On a beach in Jamaica. Hey, I can dream, can’t I?
10. On a beach in Hawaii. Actually, I hadn’t met him yet, but it would have been a good one, don’t you think?
11. On the Great Wall of China. See 10.
12. Under the mistletoe at Grandma’s house over Christmas. I’m so glad they got to meet before she passed away.
13. Anytime, anywhere, Baby. You listening Mr. Al? Cause if you aren’t I’m going to make you get online and read this.
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By George! Poor, Pittiful Prinny
After all we’ve learned about Prinny in the last few weeks, I don’t think anything in this week’s installment is going to surprise anyone. I can clearly see the workings of Georgian and Regency society, and could easily work it into one of my books. Thank’s Mr. Al for another fascinating look at Prince George IV.
Poor Prinny! Didn’t anyone care how HE felt? It would not seem so because he immediately became a basket case. He would confine himself to bed claiming a high fever. The cure for that, at his insistence, was bleeding, with lancets and leeches. To replace all that lost blood, he drank large quantities of wine. When that didn’t do the trick, he switched to hard liquor. His public behavior was as predictable as it was embarrassing.
He attended a ball where his behavior became so wild that, “some of his companions called for his carriage and almost forced him away.” So it went for several weeks. In one particularly nasty episode at a ball the Prince sat, goggle-eyed and falling down drunk, in a chair next to the dining room door. After dinner was called he roughly groped every woman who walked past him. Which was every woman in attendance since these ladies did not dare offend the Prince of Wales by skipping dinner.
This display of temporary insanity moved Mrs Fitzherbert not a whit. It had finally occurred to her that her hubby was the source of all this mischief. The bastard had allowed her good name to be flung upon the dung heap of public opinion for the sake of getting his allowance increased.
And she was right. Needless to say, the Prince didn’t see it that way. As time went on she began to relent in her hard feelings about her sorta husband. One thing that went a long way toward that was the totally unexpected reception she experienced among high society. Officially, they were not married. But everyone began treating her as if she were the Princess of Wales.
Even the Duchess of Gordon, a staunch Tory and close friend of the Queen, announced that she believed that Fox had lied. She invited Mrs Fitzherbert and the Prince to a ball. The Prince, sobered up since his reconciliation, was seen dancing with Mrs Fitzherbert. Everyone was charmed. Except the Archbishop of Canterbury. He thought it was “very odd.”
What he didn’t understand was that it was a ” lady thing” Wrote Edmond Malone to his friend Lord Clarmont, “I do not know what rules the ladies govern themselves by. She (Mrs Fitzherbert) is courted and queens it as much as ever.” Men! They just don’t get it. And how much money did it take to get the Prince to accept the besmirching of Mrs Fitzherberts good name?
Weeeeell…an additional 10,000 pounds on top of his original 50,000. That would come from the Civil List. Parliament voted 160,000 to pay his debts, plus an additional 60,000 to put the finishing touches on Carlton House. And not a moment too soon, because he started getting some big ideas about his “marine pavilion” in Brighton.
Surf's Up
I’ve been wandering all over the place this week. I stumbled upon Ramblings on Romance where I found this:
What strikes me about this performance – a performance I believe rises above the vast majority of those I’ve seen before including the live Olympic practice session I saw in Utah – is that it is IN CHARACTER. He is expressing an archetype in movement and attitude, right down to the facial hair.
Go to the end after he’s off the ice and check out the hat. This is what I strive for in my writing – the expression of a the essence of a personality. It seems to me the times you like Suzie’s House the best are when I come close to succeeding.
Other places I’ve been include a number of Carnivals. I appeared in Fiction Scribe’s Blog Carnival, and Write Stuff’s Creative Carnival
Tomorrow I’m blogging over on Romance Roundtable while Mr. Al holds down the fort here.
I checked out the book Sara Dennison is posting on her web site. It’s pretty good, not to mention a free read. You might want to check it out. And I wandered by Skirbo’s blog, which has taught me a lot about life, adoption, and Whitesnake this last year, but I didn’t leave a comment because she never leaves one here. So there. *friendly raspberry*
I think I might have figured out where my time went last week. Please, Anastasia – not sheep! I will get back to work this week, I promise!
Alice
What is eaten in one week around the world….
This had an impact on me. I thought you all might be interested too.
A Time photo-essay, part of a book by Peter Menzel called Hungry Planet.
Take a look at the family size & diet of each country, and the availability & cost of what is eaten in one week.
Italy: The Manzo family of Sicily
Food expenditure for one week: 214.36 Euros or $260.11
Germany: The Melander family of Bargteheide
Food expenditure for one week: 375.39 Euros or $500.07
United States: The Revis family of North Carolina
Food expenditure for one week $341.98
Mexico: The Casales family of Cuernavaca
Food expenditure for one week: 1,862.78 Mexican Pesos or $189.09
Poland: The Sobczynscy family of Konstancin-Jeziorna
Food expenditure for one week: 582.48 Zlotys or $151.27
Egypt: The Ahmed family of Cairo
Food expenditure for one week: 387.85 Egyptian Pounds or $68.53
Ecuador: The Ayme family of Tingo
Food expenditure for one week: $31.55
Bhutan: The Namgay family of Shingkhey Village
Food expenditure for one week: 224.93 ngultrum or $5.03
Chad: The Aboubakar family of Breidjing Camp
Food expenditure for one week: 685 CFA Francs or $1.23
Enough said.
Lemon Meringue Pie
From the Better Homes and Gardens Cook Book
Lemon Meringue Pie
1 1/2 C sugar
3 Tbs cornstarch
3 Tbs flour
dash salt
1 1/2 C water
3 eggs
2 tbs butter
1/2 tsp shredded lemon peel
1/3 C lemon juice
1 9 inch baked pastry shell
Meringue
crust
Combine sugar, cornstarch, flour, and a dash of salt in a medium sized saucepan. Gradually add water. Cook over medium heat until thick and bubbly. Reduce heat for 2 minutes, stirring all along, then removed from heat.
Separate egg yokes from white, setting whites aside for meringue. Beat yolks. Stir about 1 c. of the hot mixture into the beaten yolks. Return mixture to saucepan; bring to a gentle boil. Cook and stir 2 minutes more. Remove from heat.
Stir in butter and lemon peel. Gradually stir in lemon juice, mixing well. Pour hot filling into baked pastry shell. Spread meringue over hot filling; seal to edge.
Bake at 350 deg. for 12-15 minute or until meringue is golden. Cool on a wire rack. Cover. Chill to store.
Suzie’s House 54: Miranda Takes Steps
Recap:Vin and Drew were investigating the public menace known as The Smashmaster when Joseph shot Vin. Then Joseph’s brother, Sean, tried to kidnap Suzie’s son, Ben. Both men have red hair. For a long time everyone thought they were one man. Drew saw Sean and Joseph at a neighbor’s house, and tried to arrest them. He managed to shoot them both, but they got away when Joseph hit Drew in the back of the head with a baseball bat while he rescued Ben. Suzie ended up sending Ben away for his own safety. Suzie is determined to find Sean and Joseph to put an end to the case so her son can come home. Drew refuses to let Suzie help him with the investigation and even threatens to drop Vin from the case. Suzie went to Vin and Miranda behind his back and enlisted their help.
Miranda waited until the house was completely dark, which wasn’t hard for her since Vin tended to crash early now, and neither Suzie nor Drew were night owls. She had gone to her room at bedtime, but instead of changing into a negligee, she put on black leather pants, a black stretch-knit top, and a black cap. She considered black face paint, but decided against anything special, so merely used black eyeliner. She rather liked the new look.
She was going to go out and do a little investigating all on her own. This was her chance to do something right, and maybe even save the home she’d so carefully built in Suzie’s house. She’d find the killers, and have them arrested, then Ben could come home.
It seemed like every floorboard in Suzie’s old house creaked as Miranda tiptoed down the hall with her spike-heeled boots in hand. She tried to ghost her way down the stairs but the fourth step from the top groaned as if an elephant had stepped on it.
Maybe it was time for another diet.
Later. She’d deal with it later. Right now she had a hot lead on where she might find Sean and Joseph, the murderous redheads. All she had to do was get out of the house unnoticed, then head for the Caribou bar. Cindy said that’s where Christina had met them. Knowing the kind of guys who hung out at the Caribou, they were probably there right now.
She ignored the front door. Drew had put a new fangled alarm on it, and she could never remember the pass code. She crept into the kitchen, feeling her way in the dark. All the chairs had been pushed in around the table, of course. Suzie could never stand to have them pulled out where they would look untidy. She claimed it was because she tripped over them, but Miranda put it down to her neat freak tendencies.
The chair scraped along the floor, chattering in a hollow, wooden way, though Miranda tried to lift it enough with her free hand to keep that from happening. In fact, lifting seemed to make it louder. As soon as it was out far enough, she plopped down to put her boots on.
She had one boot on, and one in hand, and was stifling her curses when the kitchen light went on.
Miranda inhaled as if she were drowning. “Suzie! You just about gave me a heart attack!” Miranda clutched at her chest, feeling her blood racing.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Suzie marched determinedly toward her.
“I, I, I was going to the Caribou to see if I could find either of the red headed men because Cindy said Christina – that woman who was here two days ago, the day Ben had to move out – she said they hung out there. So I’m going. To the Caribou. Now.” Miranda waved helplessly. She felt like she was explaining herself to her mother.
“Without me?!”
“I… um… I didn’t think you still went to bars. I mean, I never saw you do it after that one time when your date threw up in your shoes.”
“That date was Rob.”
“Who is now an Ex-husband and clearly someone you should never have married. And he never took you to a bar again, did he.” Miranda emphasized the point with her finger, as if that would make her feel more like a teacher and less like an errant student.
“It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to go now.”
Something about the woe begotten tone made Miranda pull up short. Suzie wasn’t jumping on her. She just wanted to be included. Miranda could understand very, very well. She looked over Suzie’s attire, expecting to have to tell her to change, then realized Suzie wasn’t dressed for bed. She was wearing black jeans and a matching T-shirt.
“So. You want to come with?”
“Of course I do.”
“Good, because I forgot, Drew put an alarm on this door too. I don’t remember the code.” Miranda finished zipping up the other boot as Suzie fiddled with the number pad by the door. She tromped over, setting her heel into the stiff, narrow heel of her footwear as she went. “What’s the matter? What’s taking so long? Can’t you get it?”
“Hush! I’m trying, but I can’t remember the code either.”
“Then let me try.” Miranda elbowed Suzie out of the way.
She barely touched it, hadn’t even pressed a key on the pad when lights started pulsing and the alarm blared. She and Suzie both slapped at the thing, but no one could have slept through it.
“Oh my God! Drew!” Suzie put her hand over her mouth, eyes wide. “Don’t tell him I was here.” She made a dash for the dining room, then stopped to cower in the pantry as Drew’s heavy foot falls raced up the hall.
“What’s going on,” he demanded. Then, looking around the kitchen at the flashing lights and Miranda standing by the door, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He wasn’t going to budge without an explanation, which Miranda didn’t have.
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This is Suzie’s House 54: Miranda Takes Steps
Next is Suzie’s House 55: Ladie’s Night Out
TT#14:Things to do with your dog, for dog lovers
Last week I promised certain dog owners I would do a TT on dogs with week. Here it is: Things to do with your beloved dog.
1. Get really close to his face and talk baby talk until he wiggles, and whines. Then, just before he breaks and licks your face, give him a pat and straighten up.
2. Spend six months raising and training him so he will heel without a leash, then turn him over to your grandmother who promptly undoes all the training you gave him.
3. Feed him liver right before you leave so he will stink up the house, and Grandma will finally put the Doberman outside like she was supposed to in the first place. Some guard dog sitting in the recliner. Humph.
4. Take pictures! How could I forget? Take lots and lots of pictures!
5. Go for a walk. Don’t bother with a leash because he will only drag you half way down the block, change directions making your arm whip around, then change again until you almost fall.
6. Take pictures the first time he goes out in the snow. Be sure to catch the way he lifts a paw and looks at it as if it has betrayed him.
7. Take pictures when he is sleeping, especially if the cat curls up next to him and he doesn’t automatically try to eat her.
8. Go for a walk cross-country where you don’t have to worry about some idiot in a car, or carry a pooper scooper.
9. Tale pictures when he tries to lick the computer screen clean.
10. If he’s a she, especially if she’s a Rottweiler or Doberman, get her a big pink bow so people will stop assuming she’s a he.
11. Put a doggy treat on his nose and make him balance it there until he’s going cross-eyed, then let him eat it.
12. Roll the window down and take him for a ride.
13. Stop off for a car wash to get the doggie drool off the sides of the truck. Promise yourself next time you’ll take a camera to the county park and take pictures of him running while you walk.
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By George! The Prince Does Like to Pussy Foot Around It
When we left off Charles Fox had just assured parliament that Prince George had NOT married Mrs. Fitzherbert, which, to the best of his knowledge, was true. Mrs. Fitzherbert, feeling rightfully slandered, told Priny to make it right or he’d be sleeping on the couch. Now, back to Mr. Al.
The Prince didn’t dare speak to Fox directly so he sent for one of Fox’s friends, Charles Gray, and explained the situation to him. Something had to be done, he told Gray, Fox’s denial had to be modified in such a way that Mrs Fitzherbert would be happy and she wouldn’t make him sleep on the couch anymore.
“Charles (Fox) certainly went too far last night. Said the Prince. You, my dear Gray, shall explain it.” While Gray was pondering how to square the circle, the Prince, with “prodigious agitation” admitted that he and Mrs Fitzherbert had indeed gotten married.
Oh to have been a fly on the wall and seen Grays face when he got this bit of news. Mister Gray’s reaction was predictable, and rather brave considering to whom he was speaking. He refused to do it. If Fox were the cause of all this fuss, Gray informed His Highness, Then His Highness would have to personally speak to Fox about fixing it.
That was not what the Prince wanted to hear. “This answer chagrined, disappointed and agitated the Prince exceedingly.” After a bit of huffing and puffing, his Highness threw himself on the sofa and muttered “Well, then Sheridan must say something.” Richard Brinsley Sheridan was an MP and an old drinking buddy. He was also a Whig who, so the Prince hoped, would do his best for his party by getting the Prince out of this disgraceful situation.
Sheridan agreed to give it a shot. He could make no guarantees as to how his message would be received, but he would try. His problem was that he had to rescue Mrs Fitzherberts good name while omitting a mention of hers and the Princes marriage. Basically, Sheridan agreed to go before Parliament and convince them that the sun set in the east.
Circumstances had intervened to make his task easier. Before giving the speech on May 4, the problem of the Princes finances had been settled “out of court”, as it were. Newnham announced he had no intention of bringing the matter forward. Since the Tory position wasn’t as strong as they would have wished, they were willing let the matter drop.
But Sheridan still had to make his speech. The Prince would have to sleep on the couch until he did. After the usual palaver about what a jolly good fellow the Prince was, he went on to mention ” another person on whose conduct truth could fix no just reproach, and whose character claimed, and was entitled to, the truest and most general respect.”
The House considered it a fine speech. There; everything had been done that could be done. Everyone was happy. Except Mrs Fitzherbert. The speech was not exactly what she had in mind. It was a good speech, to be sure, but it wasn’t the ticket to clearing her good name. And since no one was willing to go near the matter again, his Highness still had to sleep on the couch.
Busy
I didn’t do much this week. Funny how I can get all kinds of things done, but not feel like I’ve accomplished anything when I don’t write much. For instance, I arranged to have Mona Risk guest blog on Romance Roundtable (look for her on Feb 11th) , Talked Victoria Alexander into doing another Chat with the FanLit Forever board (Feb. 26th), and arranged for Helen Scott Taylor to guest blog here in Alice’s Restaurant (Hopefully some Monday soon).
What I did not do was finish the rough draft for A Miss for Mark, send off queries for Zackly Right, or get next week’s Suzie written. I’ve only read maybe a quarter of the Best Revision of 2007 entries on FanLit Forever. I don’t feel like I’ve done anything!
Well, maybe next week will be better.
How was your week? Did you do anything?
A Reader's Pet Peeves
My mother has complained about the same factual mistakes in her Romance novel reading so many times that the last time she started to rant, I asked her to blog it for me. She did. Here it is:
PET PEEVES IN NOVELS
by Alice’s mother
When I come across incorrect information in novels I’m reading, I want to throw the book against the wall. These frequently come down authors ignoring to the well known edit that authors should write about what they know. I have a few examples for you; some more subtle than others.
KNOW THE LOCATION
In one novel, the heroine moved to El Paso because it would NEVER snow in El Paso. Wrong. Growing up in El Paso, I can vouch that it does snow in El Paso. It may only be a couple of times a winter and it usually melts rapidly. When they get a major snow storm (3-7 inches), it is chaos. Schools close and driving is challenging among novice snow-drivers.
GENERAL KNOWLEDGE
Another novel had a ranch of 1000 acres with forests, lake, bluffs, etc. and overnight trail rides. Guess what size that really is? One section is a square mile and has 640 acres. Around here 8 blocks equals a mile. This means the area was about 8 x 13 blocks in size.
Occasionally, you will read of cases of foodborne illness that occur during or within minutes after the meal. Poisons might be fast but microbes are not. Most organisms take 24-36 hours to do their thing. (So blame a previous day’s meal) Some incubation times are measured in days. Staphylococcus aurous is a speedy one, it only takes 1-6 hours to cause problems.
HORSE FLANK REFERENCES
The flank is the third label up along the inside of the horse’s back leg. It’s the muscle there, not other parts that might appear on, say, a stallion.
My top pet peeve is involves horse’s flanks. The flank of a horse is the area located on the lower section of the main body (barrel) of the horse immediately in front of the back legs. In rodeos, a flank strap is used to insure the broncos will buck. It is a sensitive, ticklish area.
I’ve come across references to kicking the horse in the flanks in romance novels, westerns and one mystery. You do NOT kick a horse in the flanks for two reasons. First of all, the horse might buck you off if you did so. Second, your position would be really awkward as you stretched your legs out behind you – and would put you in an even better position to be bucked off.
A few examples from books: “dug heels into mare’s flanks” “kicked in flanks..” “He kicked the appaloosa’s flanks and….” and last “….watched him remove the saddle and rub the mare’s dappled flank with a handful of straw.” The amazing thing about this story is the next sentence doesn’t mention the hero getting kicked. I’ll admit writing “he kicked the barrel of the horse….” doesn’t have quite the same lilt but surely there are alternatives. “He kicked his horse into a canter” or “He nudged his horse with his heels”
I usually growl when I hit one of these type of mistakes in a book. After three of them, I make a notation in my book list to avoid that author.
Baggy Comparison
I saw these in the store and wondered how they’d work. So I got two different kinds and tested them.
The Glad is an odd bag. It looks smaller here, but it has a folded bottom that pops out like a paper grocery bag when in use so it actually can hold more. The instructions, however, recommend putting in the same amount.
I put in a basic cabbage mix: cabbage, carrot slivers, and onions.
Much to my disappointment they did not explode in the microwave. Both bags puffed ominously, but that was the most I could get them to do. I followed the instructions printed on the bag, more or less, and gave both bags 4 minutes each.
Both the bags have little ventilator holes in the tops to release air build up. Because of this they won’t serve as well for storing prepared food as I had originally hoped.
In both cases the food came out just the way I like it – steamed but not limp. I couldn’t tell any difference in the taste between bags. They were a little dryer than when I steam them on the stove.
They both zipped closed easily. After removing the cooked food from the microwave I opened both bags, removed a bite from each, then attempted to reseal. Ziploc reclosed on the first attempt. Glad took three tries.
All in all I’d say both Glad Simply Cooking and Ziploc Zip’nSteam work well for quick cooking in the microwave.
Alice
Suzie’s House 53: A Little Conspiracy
In last week’s episode of Suzie’s House, Suzie decided to take on the case against the red headed men regardless of how Drew feels about it.
Suzie tried to sneek out of the kitchen and down the hall, but heard Drew’s footsteps right behind her. She couldn’t let him follow, not for what she had in mind.
“Aren’t you cook tonight,” she asked.
Drew hesitated in the doorway. “Yes? So?”
“It’s already 5:30. I don’t know what you plan on cooking, but I’ll bet we end up eating late.” That got him turned around. Good, because she really, really didn’t want him to hear what she had to say to Vin and Miranda. “Oh, and Drew? It better not be another pizza. One more call to Dominoes and I’m going to serve liver and onions for my next meal.”
“I like liver and onions,” he grumbled when she was already to the living room. Still, she was fairly sure he’d try to actually cook something, which meant she’d have a few minutes in which to build her case.
Vin still sat on the couch with the remote in his hand and the TV off just like before, but Miranda stood by the window, looking out on the beautiful view of the interior of the house next door. That window was only a driveway’s width from the neighbors, whose window lined up with it. At the moment the shade was drawn. Miranda might as well have been looking at a brick wall. At another time, Suzie would worry about Miranda’s mood, but right now, she was too wrapped up in her own concerns.
“Vin, I want you to tell me everything you know about this Sean, and this Joseph fellow.”
She couldn’t have shocked him more if she’d walked up and set a porcupine in his lap.
“I can’t do that! It’s an ongoing investigation. We’re talking the FBI here.”
Suzie put her chin up. “I’m going to help.”
“Did Drew agree to it?” Vin’s eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. He must know Drew well.
“No,” Suzie conceded slowly. “But I’m going to do it anyway.”
“I won’t help.” Drew crossed his arms. Or tried to. He winced and ended up rubbing his wounded shoulder instead. Suzie refused to sympathize. Yet.
“Did you know Drew is thinking about taking you off the case?”
“He can’t do that!” Vin actually put the remote down. He looked like he might even stand up.
“It’s his case.” Suzie shrugged as if she didn’t care. “He can do what he wants.”
Vin’s eyes narrowed. “He can cut me out of the loop, but he can’t keep me from doing my own investigating.”
“Good. I’ll help.”
“But!” Vin sputtered.
“And I’ll help too!” Miranda put her hands on her hip and her chin out. If Vin didn’t know what a fight he would be in for if he tried to cross Miranda now, he wasn’t half as smart as Suzie thought.
Vin’s eyes went wide and his chin pulled back. He looked from one to the other of them with a growing sense of panic as Suzie put her hands on her hips in imitation of Miranda. He opened his mouth. Suzie expected an argument and was fully prepared to pull out the big guns, but put them away instead when Vin closed his mouth and nodded.
“All right. You’re in. Both of you. Let me catch you up to date on what little we have so far.”
Suzie grinned. The warmth of victory spread from her chest right to her fingers and toes. She was going hunting for bad guys. When she caught up with them, they’d better be prepared to meet their maker, because she was going to them everything they had done to the people in her household.
Previous Suzie’s House
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The previous was Suzie’s House 52: Mixed Up With Muffins
This is Suzie’s House 53: A Little Conspiracy
Next is Suzie’s House 54: Miranda Takes Steps
Thursday Thirteen #13: Things To Do With A Cat – For Cat Lovers
1 – Put him in a sink and take pictures.
2 – Put him in front of a Gerbil cage and take pictures.
3 – Dangle a string in front of him and take pictures.
4 – Forget the camera and dangle a string in front of him. Really get him going so his ears are up, his claws are out, and he’s jumping all over the place, then wish you hadn’t put the camera down.
5 – Feed him liver paste then take him to your mother in laws house so he will fart there.
6 – Wrap him around your shoulders like a fur stole.
7 – If he’s a black cat encourage him to sit in the window on Halloween.
8 – When trick or treaters come, call him so he jumps out of the window and makes the kids giggle because they thought he was just a decoration.
9 – Put a bow on him and take pictures before he realized his dignity has been impugned.
10 – Let him sleep.
11 – Take pictures of him asleep because he’s so cute doing it.
12 – Run around the neighborhood yelling “Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” because you forgot he was supposed to go to the vet today.
13 – Go to sleep with him curled up on top of your head.And don’t forget to take pictures! Really, then post them on your blog and tell me where they are so I can go moon over them.
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