Off and running…

Today is another really busy day…

History ~

Yesterday, t2k brought home my moms old truck. She has been using it for the Summer ~ but now she has a truck of her own…

So… t1k calls and is going insane because she has a job offer in Spokane, and has no way to get there.

Me? I go… call your grandma.

So, tk1 calls her grandma…

Current Events….now my mom (grandma) and I are running the Old Truck up to t1k for the next few whatever so that she can commute back and forth to work…

They are going to try to buy a house over in the Spokane area ~ hopefully the one they found last weekend will work out for them. There is one child that I am still responsible for, and though I have not yet found a job (nor a place for us to live) up there, I will go baby sit the farm so that I can keep t3k in the district she is in for as long as possible.

Mogsie is going to be a very busy person over the next few weeks…

It is raining like a cow peein’ on a flat rock here today, and our cats are pretty much just house cats…

They spend a lot of time trying to get out… and when they get outdoors, quite literally, they do not know what to do. Serious sensory overload.

Middle Cat decided this morning that she wants to be outdoors ~ and after many tries this morning, finally made it.

**ZIP**

out the door, only to stop at the edge of the porch… directly under the drips off the roof.

And then, she stands there while the roof sheds about forty gallons of water onto her head.

Middle Cat, sounding alarmingly like her owner, begins to complain… very loudly.

**meerow! merow!**

**shakes her head**

**MEROW!**

Now, even though the door is wide open, she decides she is going to go on around the side of the house…

And she walks directly under the drip line, all the way to the end of the house.

Complaining the whole time.

So, she gets around to the front of the house ~ and is standing at the sliding glass door on wanting in…

And she is again standing directly under the drip line.

Complaining the whole time, her breath fogging up the window glass…

**Slide open the door** ~ and is asked if she wants to come in…

she hesitates…

A moment to long. She opens her mouth to complain, and this wave of water comes off the roof, drenching her to the point where she looks as though she has had a bath.

It scared her ~ and instead of coming through the open door into the house, her flight from fright takes her under the porch…

where she still is.

Where she is still complaining about the drips coming through the slats and getting her wet.

~:-)

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