So, here's the thing

 "Lynn, I's sorry, but you know I really only love you.  You are my furiend and safe hooman."

Precious is having another "Woe Is She" week.

The sad bad thing about Precious and I having

a whole week to ourselves, is that she goes into

hiding as soon at my husband gets home.

Even though he is the one to dole out her breakfast 

while giving her belly rubs and she loves it and 

purrs and purrs.  Then she goes straight into one of

her hidey holes for the day to sleep.

When it is just the two of us,  I actually feel guilty

to take time off for myself to go to visit a museum

or bike ride or even spend

a couple hours in the main library.  Because she

does not go to bed for the day.  Rather she stays

up and even if she is no longer really playful,

she is awake and looking outside.

"After 11 years Lynn, I am still yer kitty only.

I'll git up fur supper and legs later on."

The past 10 days or so have been a bit of

Mulligan stew, so we did not post.  Precious said

she was wordless for a change as to all the

going and coming of the man who rubs her belly.

His going and coming with all the packing of camping

gear into the van and out again.

Then the awful storms we keep having with thunder

and torrential rain and tornado sirens.

The mowers back and the power wash fellow

came and cleaned the drive, patio and sidewalk concrete.

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