I got an email last night that my post yesterday had gone out via Mad Mimi. I was confused by that. I thought it went out early this morning. Or maybe it did.
I scheduled it to post in the morning like always, but there’s always the chance that I clicked p.m. instead of a.m.
I’m on #7 of the Joe Dillard books by Scott Pratt.
Interesting character, Joe Dillard. The defense attorney, turned prosecutor, turned defense attorney again.
Scott Pratt introduces a premise, then injects Joe Dillard into the mix. And then Joe Dillard is threaded through the novelist’s needle.
I’m enjoying this series very much.
The cow canvas found a new home in my bedroom. It reigns along with quilts on the wall and a few other paintings.
Abi went back to crying in the bedroom yesterday morning. There was no comforting her.
Which meant I couldn’t get much done because I can’t think straight when she’s making all kinds of weird sounds in order to get my attention.
So we all ended up back in the bedroom. Then she settles down and the world is calm again.
Charlie goes along wherever the pack goes.
I don’t know. Maybe she sees a gnat that I don’t see. I keep the apartment semi dark to keep the place cool, so I guess that’s possible.
She sure does know how to get her way, I have to give her that.
She’s also very picky about their canned food.
I will put it on their plate, cut up into small chunks. She will whine until I get it cut up a certain way, to the consistency she desires.
She lets me know when it is agreeable to her and then begins to eat it. But she won’t let up until it’s a certain way. I have yet to figure out exactly how she wants her food displayed on the plate.
I wonder if she knows what she wants, or if she’s just yanking my chain?
Well, she is what she is, at any rate. The little diva.
And it could me, like me, that she’s just getting old. Maybe a little demented. I love her no matter what her habits might be.