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More Books and My Cat Meets Winter
Jan. 14th, 2012 06:19 pmI've just finished (yesterday) A Cousin's Promise by Wanda Brunstetter. It's an Amish Harlequin, no sex, one kiss, maybe some hand holding. I have been indulging in a lot of Amish romances/soap operas lately, mostly by Beverly Lewis. I used to be such a PWP girl.
I also finished (today) Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers. I understand now why Julie Andrews stood with her feet out to the side. That's how Mary Poppins stands in the drawings.
I am just starting The Secret Letters of the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma.
On the kitty homefront, my cabin-feverish cat got a taste of Canadian winter last night. She has a bad habit of bolting for the door, and then I end up chasing her for five or six houses. Last night was bitterly cold. She got out when I put some recycling out, and I thought, I'm tired of this so $#@! on you, and went back inside. I called from my front door and she meowed back, so I waited. A few moments later, she appeared on the front walk, trying to find some way of holding her paws up from the snow and ice. She absolutely would not walk into the house on her own; that would be admitting she was wrong to go out, and an affront to her pride. I had to go down and get her. I was a little worried about frostbite on her pads, but she was ok. Time to fill the spray bottle by the door again.
One of my coworkers got an Australian Shepherd puppy this past week. Housetraining requires her to get up every three hours to see if the dog needs to pee. The puppy whines and barks if left in a room by himself, and is teething. She said it's like having a baby again. I'm happy for her, and I'm all good for people getting puppies and stuff, but if she'd adopted an older dog needing a home, she wouldn't have to put up with all the baby-type stuff, and an older dog would bond with her just as well. That's my personal pfft on the matter.
I also finished (today) Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers. I understand now why Julie Andrews stood with her feet out to the side. That's how Mary Poppins stands in the drawings.
I am just starting The Secret Letters of the Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma.
On the kitty homefront, my cabin-feverish cat got a taste of Canadian winter last night. She has a bad habit of bolting for the door, and then I end up chasing her for five or six houses. Last night was bitterly cold. She got out when I put some recycling out, and I thought, I'm tired of this so $#@! on you, and went back inside. I called from my front door and she meowed back, so I waited. A few moments later, she appeared on the front walk, trying to find some way of holding her paws up from the snow and ice. She absolutely would not walk into the house on her own; that would be admitting she was wrong to go out, and an affront to her pride. I had to go down and get her. I was a little worried about frostbite on her pads, but she was ok. Time to fill the spray bottle by the door again.
One of my coworkers got an Australian Shepherd puppy this past week. Housetraining requires her to get up every three hours to see if the dog needs to pee. The puppy whines and barks if left in a room by himself, and is teething. She said it's like having a baby again. I'm happy for her, and I'm all good for people getting puppies and stuff, but if she'd adopted an older dog needing a home, she wouldn't have to put up with all the baby-type stuff, and an older dog would bond with her just as well. That's my personal pfft on the matter.
