(No offense to any editors out there) Greetings from Acorn Oakmist, The Other Human (the one always tapping those square things in front of a light box) took a lot of time in this past many-days staring at it, tapping away, with the box thing parked on the table in the kitchen.
I pointed out that it was a very hard surface, that table, and if she wanted Proper Supervision from me she would have to do something about that.
She read me loud-and-clear, and spread a soft fuzzy blanket out for me. I obligingly parked to keep her on track with whatever insane ideas she was working on. Instead of emitting my usual sleep vibes, I tried to help by sending cat level intelligence her direction. Here's hoping it worked. Now if I could only figure out what she means when she says, "Na Noh Rye Moh"....
A middle-aged kid with a lively curiosity and equal parts shyness and insane humor. I just need to get all three to stop fighting with each other. I am an enthusiastic dabbler in poetry, practice law, cast spells, and am owned by two cats. Mostly the cats are running this blog nowadays.