The diet soda worked well to keep sleep at bay, last night. I drove over and picked Big Ed up at 2 a.m. I did not even begin to get sleepy until 4 a.m. I have currently discovered, in a belated fashion, Steven Saylor who writes about ancient Rome. Currently, my having just begun "Arms of Nemesis" meant that there was something interesting to continue while the house was quiet and the caffeine abated slowly.
Earlier, Big Ed had called Mew from the other end of the house and she went flying to join him. All is forgiven for his having left her in the peeps' care. He had picked her up and touched noses when he first came in. She eventually melted like warm caramel.
The peeps are relegated to brushing and feeding duties with occasional play times as a treat, if we're good.
The magic sandbox is still in effect, too ...
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Naturaly, Mew is all about food and forgets about me for a while till we play with her toys. At least she still plays with her toys at the ripe age of eight. She will come in my room and beg to play. She is a bundle of Id.
I have this image of Big Ed and Mew touching n-o-s-e-s. What a catlike thing to do. 8 isn't so old, for a kitty. She's barely a touch over middle aged.
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