Cats In The Tub, Why?
I could not think of a name for my journal that wasn't similar to coffee and cigarettes, which means absolutely nothing to me. I mean I love coffee and have just recently quit smoking. (O.k. I do smoke a bit when I drink.) I wanted something with meaning to it. Then I looked at my cat, Tigger. When she is not sleepng, she is playing in the bathtub. She loves it. It first started with her just jumping in after one of her humans stepped out. Then BM started cutting the shower on and off, just to get it wet enough where her highness could jump in and play. Now it has progressed to everytime someone steps into the bathroom, there she is standing there staring at you while screaming for you to ready her tub. There it is. I needed a name and looked to the right of my desk and laughed as I saw my Cats in the tub. It amazing to me how far we will go to spoil our pets rotten. In Tigger's mind she is not my pet, I am her human. I was put on this earth to spoil her and make sure that her life is absolutely fabulous and I try my best. ( I will have a picture of her posted as soon as I figure out what the hell I am doing here.) Don't misunderstand, this journal is not one about a crazy woman that only talks about her cat. I do talk about other things. If you dare to read me, then go ahead. Welcome to my world.  ¶ 5:48 PM