Last Friday, we found this guy running around in the street. I went out and made friends with him, then we kept him in the back yard and gave him food and water ’til we could look for his owners. He didn’t have a collar or tags, and we couldn’t find an online lost dog report, so we brought him in to the vet to see if he had a microchip.
So we brought him to a shelter. They found his owners the next day, but his owners didn’t want him back. I hate people who don’t take care of their pets–especially one as sweet and loving as this guy. Shelter says they will have no problem placing him. Preferably with a family who will actually care about him.
And no, it’s not what you’re thinking.
We have a little tiny kitten living with us. The kitten and Liam have a…dynamic relationship. But it’s all in good fun, really! After they play, they fall asleep in each other’s…err, paws.
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We have, through no fault of our own, kittens.
Six of them. All black. Five boys and one girl. One of the cats at zaiah‘s farm house got loose when she was in heat, and got knocked up almost instantly, so kittens! Six tiny fuzzy cute little tiny cute fuzzy little kittens!
They need homes. If you want one of these kittens, and you’re in or near Portland, let me know! My cat Liam, who is not included in this offer, loves them to death.
Since zaiah and I have moved into our house here in Portland, I’ve set up my office in the basement. One of the things I’ve done since moving in is put a set of shelves on top of my computer desk, the very same desk where I spend a great deal of my time working for clients who tend to pay me late.
But I digress.
Anyway, the cat Liam has taken over the bottom shelf on top of the desk, and likes to sit there while I work. In fact, he likes it so much that zaiah put a small blanket on the shelf just for him.
I spend my afternoons working at the computer desk, and Liam spends his afternoons on the shelf watching me. These pictures were taken over a span of about a week and a half or so.
Yes, I know my desk is a mess. Hush.
Tomorrow begins the unpacking.
Well, err, at least in theory. zaiah has a job interview tomorrow that’s going to take up a good part of the day. But those of you who volunteered to help, I will likely be taking you up on those offers at some point late tomorrow afternoon or early tomorrow evening.
We made the unfortunate mistake of stopping at Fry’s on the way in, so now I have a toy radio controlled helicopter. (Curse you, Fry’s! Curse you!)
Liam is happy to be out of the truck, and seems more than willing to give zaiah‘s dog the what-for. He’s now entirely noctournal; he slept most of the day in the truck (at least after he quit letting us know that he would much prefer to have remained in the hotel room for the day) and no doubt will keep me up all night.
Pushed through 663 miles yesterday, including a detour around Salt Lake City to avoid attack by revenant Mormonoids from the Deep.
Liam woke up very, very cranky, oh yes he did. It wasn’t until after we’d had breakfast that he finally calmed down. He spent the entire night (yes, the entire night!) chasing a moth around the hotel room, and I think he was sad to see it go.
Stopped for gas in Bliss, Idaho. There’s a false advertising lawsuit just waiting there, in case you were wondering. I’ve seen more bliss at the Department of Motor Vehicles.
In about five hours, we’ll be in Portland!
Definitely in the home stretch now. Covered 471 miles today, including a jog to Venango, Nebraska, the town where I grew up. It was interesting to revisit Venango for the first time in 29 years; it re-awoke memories I barely even knew I still had.
Liam is now almost totally adapted to life on the road, and is starting to enjoy the trip almost as much as zaiah and I are.
Yes! More bandwidth crushing! Today’s installment: Des Moines to Ogallala. 461 miles, two photo ops, one giant tacky buffalo, many weird freaky-ass catfish, and an ice cream sandwich.
Posted from a cheap hotel in Des Moines, Iowa. God bless teh free Interwebs.
Bandwidth-crushing image, I know. Liam has been handling the move amazingly well so far!
You see what I have to put up with, when I’m just trying to answer some email? This kind of cute violates the Geneva Convention, I’m pretty sure.