Last time I checked the outside temperature it was 37 C. and almost 32 C. in the house. Yeah. Climate change isn’t real. Norbert is melting. Here he is in his teepee.
Look at that belly. A belly only a mother can love. Here he is looking offended that I was disturbing his siesta.
He loves his teepee. He especially loves the tissue paper. I fluff it often because he loves to crinkle, crinkle, crinkle it down for 20 minutes before he settles in.
Here is a plant I bought today. I would be most appreciative if you know what kind of plant it is and tell me. I named this plant Juliet after the lady at the store that rung me through her til at the grocery store. I didn’t tell her that because she would probably be terrified to walk to her car after work.
It’s blurry, I just realized. Oh, well.
This blog is becoming a Norbert the Cat blog and a plant blog.
I had a doctor’s appointment this morning and then went to the grocery store and then had to go to the other side of town to sign a document. By the time I got home I was in the foulest of moods. I hated everything. Driving usually doesn’t help my mood and when I got to my doctor’s office there was no parking and then there was a magazine in the office with a picture of a woman with 0% body fat and it was saying how strong and healthy she was. That also pissed me off because you don’t have to be thin to be strong and healthy. In fact, I go to my weight loss support group with a lot of larger women who eat really well, exercise and are strong and healthy. Just more of the fucking media telling women that we are less than unless we look a certain way. But then, isn’t that what magazines are all about? Consumerism at its finest. Buy this. Do that. Then you will be happy. Except you won’t. You will just keep getting sucked into the never ending vortex.