I´m In A Bit

I´m reading „Who Thought This Was a Good Idea?: And Other Questions You Should Have Answers to When You Work in the White House” by Alyssa Mastromonaco at the moment and wow, I was always a fan… did you know Barack Obama called her to give his condolences for the loss of her cat?

He said “There are a lot of sad faces up here on Air Force One right now. You should know – I´m pretty sure we saw his spirit up here over Denali.”

Some kind of a POTUS he was, huh.

I always wanted a cat, my Mum didn´t like cats so they offered me “a dog”.
Little did I know at age 4 that a German Shepherd is not that “cute” dog as small as a cat.
The dog, her name was Inka, and I never were close, so when she died… well.
It was a fact.
It was a relieve as she had suffered from cancer.
The pain made her aggressive and I was too young to tell Mum we should help her go. I still feel bad about this.

I once had a mouse, a Jaculus - again, I was too young not knowing you shouldn´t keep them separate and at the shop they didn´t tell me, either :-(
She was very cute.
And clever, too.
She would make her way up to my shoulder, stand up to reach my ear and tell me stories – or asking for help, who knows… But hey, she knew what my ears were!
She knew where to pee and poop, too, a clever fella, I was very sad when after just 2 ½ years she passed and I never again wanted a pet.

Now we both work and Ingo is no cat-person anyways, but I kinda joined the club a bit, cause when Ingo asked me if I want a cat I sure said yes!

Please welcome this fella. Have a suggestion for a name for her?
She won´t be bored, she won´t die, either.

Cause... you know, she came from The modern housewife. Tiny as she is she clearly must be a kitten and the croc-head... TINY!

One day, mayyyyybe one day we´ll have a garden, live in a warm place and I will have a cat or two for real.

So far, for now... Give me an egg or two and I divide the white from the egg-yolk for ya cause someone did not resist.

And I bought eggs (to make pickled eggs, as usual).
I stood in line for.ever. Lucky thing Ingo wasn´t with me!
At ALDI peeps had their trolleys full to the brim!
The woman behind me said to her friend, "I´m so afraid I forgot something!".

When it was finally my turn I said to the cash-out-boy, "seesh, we cannot buy anything on Monday!!!" to which he replied, "yes, and guess what! Today is Sat - tomorrow the shops aren´t open, either!!!"
The women behind me likely didn´t get it.
Love long weekends, hate how mad peeps get about grocery-shopping!

Oh, just to make it clear: Sundays shops are closed.
Gas stations are open, though, and you can get the lot, too. Means food and even beer and wine and stuff...