Not even five hours down and already a new post. This is what happens when Matthew works all night. Well, that and when a certain bagira face pounces on my lap and I'm checking facebook. I just hate to disrupt her purring belly!

I had a fairly productive evening. I ran out to Kroger and got some necessities, which of course included gingerbread dough for cookies! I just love gingerbread men! The lines weren't as bad as I thought. I hate it when I get kids who look around my age to check me out though. For some reason they don't feel the need to be as courteous to their peers. When I worked retail I sure made an effort with every customer... well, except the greasy guys who came in just about every day and were kinda... shady. It bothers me though. I'm a paying customer trying to make sure I have dinner items for my husband. I deserve a courteous smile and a "how are you". I think at least.

After that i came home and washed all the dishes. Doing the dishes takes longer these days because whenever I do them a certain feline decides she HAS to have attention RIGHT THEN! She will sit at my ankles meowing loudly until I dry my hands and pick her up. Then she persists on purring contentedly in my arms for about a half hour before she seems ready to hop down again. But I love her.

She really is like a little baby panther though. She looks like one and she's started using her claws more. If she doesn't learn not to scratch at us or the furniture we'll have to get her declawed. So far she's done well though. Matt thinks declawing a cat is "in-humane". His words, not mine. But when she prowls around at night and all I can see is her sleek black frame she looks like a little bagira. Hence her nickname, Bagira face. Matt doesn't like it.

So here she sits. On my lap purring contentedly once again and giving herself a bath. In between lips she'll bat at my sleep and sometimes latch on with her claws. She's pretty good about using her claws but not scratching us. Her claws have grown a lot in the week since we brought her home. We need to trim them badly.

7:30. Time to go work out I suppose. Before the night gets away from me.

Happy Thanksgiving once again.

Rebecca Iveson