Mippies are very different in our new home! Instead of a Mew-larm I now get mippies snuggling up to me in bed, letting me know they are awake and would like breakfast, please! I often wake up with Mewthos snuggled against my leg and Ziva patiently waiting next to my head. There also has not been one single piddle puddle! Not one! They no longer run past me to get out, when I come home - sure, they are at the door and take a quick look outside, but then they come and follow me around until I go outside! I don't have to call and call, hoping in trepidation that my last mip will come inside soon ... they usually go inside very early, wanting me to quit playing outside (i.e. gardening) and come and treat them! It's like I've got a whole different bunch of mips! I'm loving this, since they seem so much more relaxed and happier!
For myself, I have a little issue that's been worrying me for a while. I catch myself thinking one word, but typing another. Similar words, like with / which / witch. Not that my mind is confused about which word is the right one - but my fingers type the wrong one? Other times, I spell words quite wrong, jumbling up the letters ... words I absolutely know how to spell correctly. Not sure whether I should worry about that?
Anyway, work has been really busy - I think I may finally be making head-way with the spreadsheet report. This week has just flown by - I can hardly believe it's already Thursday evening!
I thought that tonight I would just quickly re-clear the bit out back, where I mowed my first lawn. Shouldn't take long, after all, I've already cleared it once, now I just need to get the new growth. Right? Wrong! I spent over an hour re-clearing where the weeds had re-grown after the rains - and then properly clearing the grass a little into the lawn, creating a bit of distance between lawn and walkway. Well, I got a short distance past the corner - still got the last stretch up to the gate to do.
While I was out back, that black and white cat came in through the front door! I heard Mewthos, and by the sounds he was making, I knew that he was inside, growling at that cat. When I went to see, I found that cat sitting on my records, in the shelf! Seriously! No feral cat does that! This seems to me more evidence that it once lived here ...
Inside, I started by cleaning the litter boxes. As I'm busy with the first one, Ziva comes sniffing at each one - clearly wanting to use one, but wanting a clean one. So, I lure her into the new, covered one! Happiness! She had a bit of trouble getting out - none of them are used to cat flaps, but she figured it out quite quickly. I cleaned it as well, hopefully they will start using it! Mini went into 'her' personal one - she pretty much claims the smallest one for herself, little weirdo! I've added two more litter boxes since we've moved here, in the hopes of being able to put THAT one away - but Mini just keeps using that one!
Well, that's Thursday. Let's see what tomorrow's Friday, the 13th has to offer!
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