Buying cat food at Starbucks
I watched some TV, ate a protein bar, took my meds, took a shower, etc. I fed the cats.
Our ride came and we went to the Starbucks. Ron had a hard time explaining it to the dispatcher when he called about our late ride "I need to get some cat food". "At Starbucks?"
The Starbucks is in a strip mall, along with the pet store. I walk over and get the cat food.
We went to the Kolache factory first and I got some cream cheese Kolaches. I thought they would be Ok with my medication. As it turns out, I was wrong, and got very queasy later.
Then we went to Starbucks. Ron got an iced latte with lots of splenda. I left him near the bathroom while I went to the store.
I harvested 3 bags of cat food, as planned. I also got some all-meat cat treats. I looked at the adorable rescue cats.
I have to make a plea to you, if you have a pet. Will you do me a favor and find another home for your pet before you die? I don't care if you are an 18 year old athlete or a 90 year old dementia patient; you need to do this. Just talk to your friends and find someone who loves cats. Ask if they will take Fluffy if something happens to you. I see so many cats up for adoption whose owner died. Please do this. Your pet deserves to have a smooth transition.
I have done this; my aunt, who is also my executrix, has agreed to find loving homes for my cats - NOT the shelter, if something happens to us. I don't think Ron could take care of the cats on his own if something happened to me.
So, I don't have to worry about them shivering under a table at the shelter, with screaming children pulling their tails.
I saw a cat whose owner died, it looked like a sweet cat but it was older. People don't like older cats, for some reason. Me, I love older cats. They are a lot more affectionate and mellow. Torbie is my girl and she is 10+ years old.
I saw my "boyfriend", a guy I think has fetal alcohol syndrome, and he asked me about Ron. I told him Ron was fine and I left.
Well, I paid first. [snort] They were happy to take my money. I got a partial discount because I am a "member" there. They send me coupons for canned cat food, Blue brand (I feed Blue Wilderness Grain Free dry) sometimes so they are tracking my purchases.
I had a large tote bag, I put everything into it and walked back to Ron. Our ride home came early so we were happy to see him.
I put everything away when we got home, and got out the treats. Baby Girl approached me, first. I gave her some of the new treats. She gobbled them up. I offered some to Biscuit as he lay on the back of the couch, I put them in my hand and he ate them slowly. He seemed to enjoy them. Then I offered some to Torbie, she liked the smell but didn't like the taste, she let Baby Girl eat them. So, I have a 2 out of 3 cat treat.
At least someone likes them. I hate it when I buy something and no one eats it.
I took a nap. I had strange dreams about my Dad's old car. I got up and did my God Time.
I watched a little more TV. Not much on, though. I guess everyone figures I'm going out on Friday Night. Not me.
Baby Girl got very excited when I walked by, started meowing her "begging for treats" meow. She could probably eat that $6 bag of cat treats in one day, if I let her.
Ron has been OK "dry". He ordered some books, and a catalog, from the state library. I suggested he read "Strangers" by Dean Koontz and he agreed. He hasn't wanted to read that book for 25 years, until today. He will enjoy it, it's a good book.
Tomorrow we do Truck Day and then severe weather rolls in. We aren't going out to eat tomorrow night.
I guess I'll have a bowl of cereal or something.