Tagged by Maren

July 22, 2008 - 07:00 PM

Ten Years Ago:

Ten years ago, I was managing a group of tech support folks and not enjoying it one bit. But I just married my favorite girl, and we were settling into our apartment. So that part was good. I think that is when we took in my least favorite girl (cat), Madeline Bassett. (Yes, I realize a Bassett is a dog. But there's a story behind the name, and I will just give a clue: Wooster.) Madeline was possibly the worst cat that ever lived. She made an ignominious exit before R was born, which I truthfully had nothing to do with. I guess she hated us enough, and the thought of a third human in the house was intolerable. All the better for us.

Five things on today’s to do list:

1. Laundry
2. Nap
3. Finish sorting the "miscellaneous" pile in the basement
4. Make an appointment for an allergy test for R
5. Play with R

Snacks I enjoy:
Pudding cups (the stripe-y ones). Cantaloupe. Cookie dough. Triscuits.

Things I would do if I were a millionaire:
Sail, stay at home, travel to visit family, go to the movies, take a LOT of pictures, buy a speedy quick computer to replace the slow-y sluggish one I use every day.

Places I have lived:
New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland.



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Comments

Maren - July 22, 2008 - 07:05 PM

I think you are being awfully mean to poor Madeline. She wasn't *that* awful of a cat. Not the easiest pet, but she had her redeeming lap moments.

Lórien - July 22, 2008 - 11:32 PM

Madeline! haha that cracked me up. She definitely had her moments, but she let me pet her and all. Good ole Madeline. That gave me a smile. I like pudding cups too and they must be a mixed one. Cute post.

s-mee - July 23, 2008 - 11:03 AM

oy. We had a cat, Lewison, who seriously was Satan spawn. I picked her out of a litter because I *thought* she would be a sweet little fuzz ball to spoil and cuddle. YIKES. She was the stereotypical poop in your shoes cat.

I was getting ready to take her "to a nice farm in the country" when she ran away. Alleluia! Could not have been more happy.

3, maybe 4 weeks went by and there she was on the porch, wreaking of patchouli oil. I brought her in and wherever she had been must have been horrible because she was reformed! She was the prodigal kitty! Seriously the best cat ever.

Moral of the story: If you have a naughty cat send them to a hippy commune for three weeks.

Maren - July 23, 2008 - 12:10 PM

S'mee you crack me up.

Sally - July 23, 2008 - 09:18 PM

Wow - I remember Madeline - as I recall, she liked me. At least I can remember her sitting in my lap and letting me pet her.

Yeah for pudding cups!

Jeff - July 24, 2008 - 03:31 PM

Ohhhhkay, maybe Madeline wasn't that bad. Especially in her earlier years. She could even be affectionate.

Tatiana - October 9, 2008 - 11:42 AM

I like your ten years ago thing. That was cute. I think i've met Madeline though. One funny thing, cat's versus dogs, Mikey loves to make doggy noises and visit families with doggies. He ignores the kitty page in his favorite book and of course, refuses to meow.

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