Who Stole the Car Keys?
This morning Mum was rushing around looking for her car keys, and eventually left without them. Two minutes after her departure, I found them laid out on the stairs – they’d been stolen by the kittens. Nothing is safe with those two – they have shredded Mum’s headphones and played basketball with her watch. I expect she misses Sharky just as much as I do!
I laughed out loud at a couple of posts I moved across from Blogigo, mostly at the comments:
Tempus Fugit
Stark Realization
It was a relief to find ones I wanted to move rather than delete.
I wish I could have kept up more with the BlogFriday prompts, as some good words have gone by. I found quite an angry little post yesterday (about Jolly) which could have been used for the word ‘judgemental’!
By popular demand, I have restored my old avatar – I have to say I’m pleased to see that bear’s face again. He won a big class, you know! I also figured out how to add some rather clumsy subscription links to the foot of the sidebar – I didn’t realize at first they weren’t automatically part of the layout. There’s one for this blog, and another for the comments.
Living in Scotland, UK; I work from home as an editor and pet-minder. I was born profoundly deaf and am no stranger to agoraphobia. I began renting out my house and have moved upstairs at my mother’s place. I used to have an Oriental Ticked Tabby (
Wow..if they’re after keys I comisserate. One of our cats Geek will run about with socks, shoes and underwear, but he’s luckily never caught on to keys…it’s just a bit embarrasing when your cat carries your undies into the room when your parents are over!
Same here - as soon as we put stuff to dry on the radiators, they whisk them off and drag them about on the floor! They also empty the wastepaper baskets, so we can’t use them any more.