Sammi(y) yells at the top of the Sammi(y) lungs about everything they don’t like. I finally got Sam to play with me with this thingy:
The toy she seems to like enough to steal it and hide it under the table.
What we woke to this morning needs no picture and please turn off the smell-a-blog. She knows to use her two kitty litters, but my brother, trying to earn points, gave her warm milk. I didn’t know such a little kitten could hold that much &**& We had to throw the blanket away where she had her accident. Aren’t you glad I don’t show everything? LOL!
*I’ve mentioned how I’m a talker. My grandmother called me Chatty Cathy.
I learned finger spelling so I could talk to my fellow soprano in the church choir. For those that are fingerspelling challenged it says: Inhale the future; Exhale the past.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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