They sleep together at night, but other than that, they don’t interact much. I stayed home from work today, though, after hurting my back, and spent the morning on the couch with Thomas, a heating pad, and Doctor Who. I fell asleep and woke up to find that Piglet had joined us.
I’ve been trying to keep Thomas from racing around on the carpet, so he doesn’t re-injure his paw pad. So of course he’s being an unholy terror today. He stole a stick of butter off the kitchen counter, and then he stole the spoon out of my bowl, when I turned my back for two seconds.
“Hackles up and barker engaged, captain!” (Yes, we’ve been watching the Treksgiving marathon on BBC America.)
Thomas injured one of his paw pads. He won’t leave it alone. I’m watching him like a hawk, so he doesn’t chew a giant hole in his foot. I put the cone of shame on him for a while, but it freaks him out so badly I don’t dare leave him like that unattended. He is a giant, hysterical cupcake.
Hopefully it’ll heal quickly!
Die Thru Harmacy
I’ve been driving past this CVS sign for weeks and finally remembered to get in the right lane, so I could stop and get a photo.
I dug through a drawer full of old dog collars and found a plain black leather one that fits Thomas. And then I promptly called him Frances. I knew I had the wrong name, but it was too late. It was a very odd experience.
He looks pretty dapper, I think. This collar is definitely well used, but it’s got a lot of life left in it. He seems happy with it.
Dear Thomas: YOU are why you can’t have nice things.
It’s a good thing he’s cute. He got a lecture, and then I threatened to give his once-nice bolster bed to the cat, if he tries to de-stuff it again.
I went to Goodwill today and found a children’s microscope. It only had one pre-made slide with it (cotton fiber), but it should still be a fun photography toy.
I also went to Kroger, where the Salvation Army bell ringers were giving everyone migraines. I don’t give to them. I don’t think it’s ethical to make people listen to your religious propaganda in order to receive help. Aid should be given freely.
At Goodwill, a guy asked me to buy him a pair of shoes, so that’s what I did instead of giving money to the Salvation Army.
I took Thomas for his afternoon “forced march” then gave him a Benebone. He gave it 11/10.
It’s the second half of November, and the high today is supposed to be in the mid-70s.
red paper boat 