Day 361 — Instincts
[for Thursday, Dec. 27]
For the record, this is NOT one of my cats. (My cats can't kill anything except my patience. And silence, sweet silence.) This viciously cute little fluffball is a younger sibling to my cats, still residing with my parents. This is either Johnna, Paula, or Georgie (not sure, I can't tell them apart, and besides, one of them has been renamed "Connie" because, according to my mother, she has a contemplative look about her), who was tossing this poor dead cardinal around with reckless abandon when I came home from the mechanic's on Thursday morning.
Oh, speaking of mechanics. The car ended up needing a new spark plug and ignition coil. $83 for parts and labor. Not too shabby. She runs like a beaut now. Except for the loud-ass window-tape flapping that grows worse and worse as my ghetto window falls into the crack atop the door.
So I guess that's next on my list.
For the record, this is NOT one of my cats. (My cats can't kill anything except my patience. And silence, sweet silence.) This viciously cute little fluffball is a younger sibling to my cats, still residing with my parents. This is either Johnna, Paula, or Georgie (not sure, I can't tell them apart, and besides, one of them has been renamed "Connie" because, according to my mother, she has a contemplative look about her), who was tossing this poor dead cardinal around with reckless abandon when I came home from the mechanic's on Thursday morning.
Oh, speaking of mechanics. The car ended up needing a new spark plug and ignition coil. $83 for parts and labor. Not too shabby. She runs like a beaut now. Except for the loud-ass window-tape flapping that grows worse and worse as my ghetto window falls into the crack atop the door.
So I guess that's next on my list.
Labels: cars, cats, project 365
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home