Gracie’s spending the day at the vet’s (or until she pees for them). We found a suspiciously colored puddle of pee outside the litter box this morning and are guessing it was her. During the day at home, she sleeps in various places around the house and does precious little else. Why, then, does the place feel so silent when she’s gone? I hate it. I want my cat back.
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I'm a twentysomething MFA grad enjoying life in a state of flux, dreaming of Paris and San Francisco while loving the warm summer evenings in North Carolina. I'm a little irreverent, a little mercurial, with an uncanny knack for putting my foot in my mouth.
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I’m really glad that Gracie is back.
Question – where did you get your hanging pots thing from (sorry, I don’t know what the proper term is)?
Mom and Dad gave it to us. It was in their place in Summersville but it was over an island that was kind of high, so they couldn’t hang any pots on it. They donated it to us, and Brandon helped Jesse install it. We love it!