Does anyone else live with crazy ladies? These two sharing my space have me constantly scratching my head. Sal is trying to teach me to count by doling out my treats one at a time and counting them one by one. She always stops at four. I might be a better student if she were trying to teach me to count to 15, but I’m not stressing my little cat brain for four treats.
Then on Saturday Mom introduces this new object into the house. She is quite pleased with herself. At the Fur Rondy Alaska Trappers Fur Auction on Saturday she has purchased a moose antler. I’ll wait while you absorb that information.
Their new, absolute favorite nephew-in-law had expressed an interest in moose antlers for his man cave. Mom jumped into action when she saw some for sale.
Right now, the antler is taking up prime sunbeam space on the floor. Other than that, after an intense examination of it, I’ve decided I can live with it until it makes it way down to Abingdon. However that’s going to happen. Like the counting, I’m not going to stress about it.
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