Bobby Brady, hanging out atop the cat tree.
Peter Brady approaches.
Almost a year ago, I got an email from Lita, who wanted to send something for the cats. I gave her my mailing address, and she sent it, but it never arrived. We figured it’d gotten lost along the way.
AND THEN
When I was checking the PO Box at the end of December, I got a notice that there was a package too large for the box. I went and stood in line, and they handed over this package from Australia.
I looked at it, and saw that the date “2/12/10” was written on it in black marker, which is what they do when they leave a notice in your PO Box. I pointed it out to the postal worker, and she basically shrugged and offered that perhaps it had been misboxed.
So it’s a mystery where it’s been all these months, but the important thing is that it arrived!
And what, you may be wondering, did the package contain?
“What’s this? This for us?”
Marcia and Cindy, investigating.
Cindy, pulling the cube over on top of herself.
Two cubes! Attached!
Bobby finds this very tasty.
Hello, Crazy Eyes.
They even hold up nicely under the weight of a kitten!
All the kittens are quite fond of these cubes. Reacher LOVES to get in and roll around in them, and in the evening when it’s time for the Bradys to go to sleep, we have to wrestle Reacher out of the cube to remove him from the room. (There’s a second package of the cubes, which I believe I’ll set up outside the kitten room so Reacher can cube-sit to his heart’s content.)
So Lita, Sam, Niles and Zorro, thank you so much for the gift. It’s been very much appreciated, as you can see!
Today’s movies are Brady-centric, of course. The first is Peter Brady, playing with a toy he found.
The second is from back in November, shortly after we got the Bradys. They’re so TINY! It ends kind of abruptly, sorry about that – a talented videographer I am not.
With the snow outside, Coltrane is perfectly happy to spend all his time inside. On the heated bed, thank you.
Previously
2010: I live to serve, is what I’m saying.
2009: My mother and Nance are all about feeding the addiction, obviously.
2008: No entry.
2007: I don’t know what it is about Lowe’s that makes me so gassy.
2006: Right now, Fred’s thanking his lucky stars that I don’t have this much Christmas stuff, because it would drive him NUTS.
2005: (YES, GODDAMNIT! I HAVE CONFIRMED THAT YOU CAN, IN FACT, BEGIN WRITING THE FUCKING CHECK BEFORE YOU ACTUALLY HEAR WHAT THE TOTAL IS, YOU IN-MY-WAY MOTHERFUCKER!)
2004: I need to go crack open a beer, watch the game, scratch my balls, and think about what this means.
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: “Yeah, so you‘ll be the one with the big head blocking everyone else’s view.”
2000: No, I’m not on any drugs, why do you ask?