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Did you know that you can
have your cat cloned, now? I love all of our cats to death, but I for sure can’t see paying that much money to have one of them cloned.
But as Fred pointed out, when technology gets better, prices will drop, and $2500 for another Mister Boogers is not a bad price.
Of course, it’s only $80 at the shelter, and I think paying a lot of money when there are so many cats who need homes and so many being put to sleep every day is not something I would easily go along with.
Although, it would be pretty fun to have him cloned now and then see his reaction when we brought home another Mister Boogers? I bet that right there would make for some damn good pictures.
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I had to get up at 6:20 this morning, because I volunteered to cover for the regular Friday morning person at the pet store. When I was up and dressed and had put my contacts in, I realized that I was really freakin’ cold, so I knocked on Fred’s door and went and laid down with him, because he has an electric blanket, and it was turned on.
Bliss.
Five minutes of early-morning chat, snuggled under the electric blanket, was enough to start me off in a good mood, despite the fact that I had to get up at 6:20 after staying up ’til almost midnight.
I need my beauty rest, y’know.
After the spud and I went to the pet store (no pictures this week, because there have been no new kitties, and this morning the spud and I were kind of in a rush), we came home and I showered and blow-dried my hair and got dressed, and then we were back out the door headed for Denny’s.
Fred’s mother’s hand is in a splint because she had surgery last month, so she wasn’t really up for cooking, and it was decided that we’d just meet at Denny’s for breakfast, then go back to her house to exchange presents and sit around for a while, before we all went our separate ways for naps.
The traffic into Huntsville wasn’t bad, and Denny’s wasn’t too busy, and Fred’s mother and stepfather were there when we got there, seated, so we didn’t have to wait. A few minutes later his sister and her boyfriend arrived.
Fred thought it was funny that his sister had to explain to her boyfriend, who is from France, what “French toast” is.
Altogether we spent a little more than an hour in Denny’s, though I made the mistake of sitting with my back to the rest of the restaurant, so I couldn’t really see what was going on (I like to people watch, you know?) Suddenly, Fred looked across the room and said “Hey, it’s Bud Cr@mer!”
Bud Cr@mer being our congressional representative. Fred’s stepfather actually knows him – he had him as a lawyer before Bud ran for Congress – and went over to talk to him for a minute.
I double-dog dared Fred to go over and take his picture – I mean, I know it’s silly, but who expects to see a Congressman in the local Denny’s? – but he wouldn’t, and finally his sister, who was in the best position to see him, snapped a shot, though a blurry one.
When we were done eating breakfast – I had the ham and cheddar omelet and it wasn’t half bad – we got into our respective cars and headed for Fred’s mother’s house. The traffic still wasn’t bad, which surprised me. I expected the roads to be jammed with last-minute Christmas shoppers.
Once we got to their house, we opened presents and sat around and talked, and watched their cat, Bandit, play with the toys we’d given him and just generally look cute.
After an hour or so, when everyone was ready to fall asleep, we wished everyone a merry christmas and left.
Now we have a few hours to kill before we get ready for dinner at Fred’s father’s and stepmother’s house. I suspect there’s a nap in my near future…
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This is the chocolate-raspberry cake Fred made for dessert tonight. I’ll put the recipe up soon.
This is the cross-stitch picture I made for the spud, which I FINALLY finished. I just have to get it framed and it’ll be ready for hanging on her wall.
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Y’all who are celebrating have an awesome Christmas; those of you who aren’t, have a great day. Happy holidays, everyone – every last crazy-ass one of you.
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“Mother. A small dish of milk, if you please?”
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