Andy practices “nonchalance”, pretending to be more interested in the scene outside.
Dougy is more overt. Hanging out with me while I wait for the ride, he paces, walks under my legs, looks out the door. “Andy, he hasn’t left yet. Knock off that racket in the other room. Shh! Shhh!”
I know the kitty boys don’t just sleep while I’m gone. They have a kitty boy party!
Still waiting for news that Black Beauty, my little VW Golf Sportwagen, is repaired.
In happier days…!
I’ve had two telephone visits with AAA, one from Omaha, the other from Chicago. The two phone calls established that my bias about the need for local agents is correct.
Neither of the two agents understood that there aren’t a lot of services easily arranged for in this part of the USA, that the two major rental car companies they require you to use to get the use of the rental car benefit aren’t always available or only well beyond one’s ability to get to, and other logistical problems.
I hope I get Black Beauty back before the snow flies!
For the time being, I’m relying on my friend Judy for rides to dialysis. Today (“yesterday” when this blog was written), she’s helping me again by driving the kitty boys to the groomers. She’s also driving me to the veterinarian clinic to buy more dry kitty food since I’m pretty much down to a day or two of running out.
I hope tomorrow’s blog will show you newly shorn smoke Persian kitties! You may not like the look, but they will be happy not to have to maintain that thick fur. I will not miss the endless hairballs and clumps of kitty fur everywhere!