Daily Archive for December 29th, 2006

Blogger Buddies

I hate it when my blogger buddies have to go off line for a bit. Beautiful Dreamer is moving and will be off line until she can get her internet hooked up at her new place. I suppose the good news is, where she’s moving she’ll have more time to work on her book. I figure I should have a FREE signed copy. Why do I figure this? I don’t know but I thought I’d get my dibs in first. I want to be able cater her book signing day too. Sundrip Catering Service, feeding multiples everywhere. That’ll be my slogan. I plan to sit back and say, “Yeah, I remember when Beauty was humble. I remember when she wasn’t some rich stuck up so-in-so with a multi-million dollar book deal with a movie in the works. She was just a size 12 font on a WordPress blog.” Yup, I’ll be saying that. While I do look forward to being envious of her success I look forward even more for her return to the net.

We shall see your font size soon,

Until then,
Austin

Beautiful Gabber is on the mend

Bella’s On The Mend
Friday, December 29, 2006-12:51AM EST

It’s odd not to hear the irritating voice of a Siamese mix cat complaining about every little thing. There are no kitten paws reaching out to bat at my feet or play with things she really shouldn’t play with. I thought I wanted Bella to be a little quieter and to not have that Siamese voice she was named for (Beautiful Gabber = Gabriella aka Bella). But since she’s had this little cold she’s been quiet and sleeping all day. She eats well and drinks well; she’d have to really be on her death bed to stop eating…the little glutton. She hasn’t broken into the restroom while I’m trying to have a moment to myself. She hasn’t pounced on my feet while I’m attempting to walk across the floor. She hasn’t even been interested in her favorite toy, Captain’s tail. She hasn’t accepted baths from Mama Gracie or played much at all. This forces Gracie to bathe Captain Crunch therefore increasing the frequency of her once controlled hair ball problem. It still shocks us to see it. The body lunging back and forth, gagging, lunge, gag, lunge, gag only to produce some slime ball that I have to set aside my OCD issues to clean up.

I look forward to when the irritating Bella comes back, the one I think about drugging to calm her down, the one I have to lock the restroom door for so she can’t break in and steal my privacy. The other day the office door wasn’t shut tightly so she practiced her burglary skills. She could always just press her body against the door and come in but she hadn’t figured out how to get out. She figured out how to work the handles to get in. Blossom and I watched her go in and out of the office to make sure she could not just come in at will but leave at will. She just slips her paw under the door to pull it open then left and came right back in like it was normal for her to be breaking an entering.

I miss the chattering Bella that gets in trouble then gives you those big eyes like, “I’m just a kitten. I don’t know any better.” I miss her, the noisy, I won’t leave you alone until I feel like it Bella. She’s better than she was 4 days ago and getting a bit of her old self back but she’s not entirely back yet. I miss my little furry nuisance and I can’t wait until she’s feeling better so I can complain about how she’s bugging me.

Thank you Carmon for the info about the Vitamin E. The site about Feline Upper Respiratory health was helpful.

Joan of Arc

The History of Me

The History of Me
Friday, December 29, 2006-12:25AM EST

The History of Me by Austin of Sundrip Journals

Lines on my face lead to success,
As roads on a map they point to every failure,
Mark disappointment in bold red then lead to my final resting spot
They lead somewhere, someplace
Twisting and winding, crossing one another
But never do they stand still
Recording every move, marking the history of me
Always in motion, backwards or to the side
Always moving, progressing, steadily

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