08Apr26: What’s up, Andy?

I put it out, reminded Andy that he’s yhe kitty, the sole one here, so it had to be for him.

I guess 4;01 AM is too early for kitty food.

If I were a kitty, I know that would be too early for kitty food. Good thing I’m having pecan-blueberry muffins around 6:50 AM. it’s Wednesday when I written and this is our usual day for coffee and baked goods.
He’s zeroed in on my doings on the table…
On television food shows, messes like these are called “rustic!” Ha! They’ll taste fine, however. The pecans I made into a sore of loose praline, combining water, cooking sherry, white sugar, anf and chopped pecans. I hated that till it lightly coated my spoon. Then, I dropped spoonfuls on the raw blueberry batter, baked the muffins, per package instructions, pulled them out of the oven, didn’t let them cool down long g enough, tipped the pan, and, eh voila! Rustic! I used fresh blueberries instead of those in the can that come with the package.

…waiting for me to get out of “his” wheelchair.

Slurp!

Slurp! Slurp!

Andy cleans up after his snack.

Bret will be over soon. Andy won’t like being booted off
the wheelchair, but I need it now!

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