Sunday

It was lovely to have the door open last night and know that Biggie would be safe inside. I would have actually said he does not get up in the night any more but stays right in the bed. He does not now move very stealthily so surely I would have felt him leave and/or return.

However... someone finished off the last half of the cat food during the night and it sure was not me.

But I do know, he did not go out on the terrace.

The air conditioner (thinking ahead to next Summer) uses the cat door set up to vent outside. But now we can't have the cat door. I have a couple of ideas on how the cat door can be modified. But now I have the problem of the cat tree which is standing where the air conditioner needs to be.

I am now borrowing trouble that I might not even live long enough to have to face! So I'll stop.

Yesterday, Biggie spent a long time in my lap looking outside at the birds but he did not make a move to investigate. So who knows what's going on in that little brain of his.

Today will have yesterday's trip to the grocery. The latest batch of ginger cookies was a total 100% omg fail. They didn't roll out well, they all melted into one cookie in the oven and while they tasted ok, the texture was something between hard plastic and, well, not quite hard plastic.

So back to the old recipe. But, I need molasses. And today looks like a good cookie making day.

The week coming up has some excitement. Tomorrow, I take Biggie back for bandage change/feet check. I have to take him and drop him off. Then I plan to do a Dollar Store (around the corner from the vet) shop. And, depending on the time, either Popeye's or Papa Murphy's or maybe both. And then home and wait for the call to go back and get him. It's about 20 minutes from here with no traffic but there will be traffic.

Tuesday is the day I get to buy my new phone. Assuming it goes as usual, Google will announce it and I'll madly refresh the store until it shows up and I can place my order. And then wait for a month. Also I need to keep an eye on Amazon because sometimes they slap on nice incentives. One year I canceled my Google order and ordered it from Amazon and got a $100 gift card and delivery 2 days earlier. I already got a case for the new phone. It's a cheap one to get me by until the good ones come out.

I think now I'll go grab a shower and head out to the store.

Cookie breakthrough!

I made a new batch of ginger cookie dough. I put it into the fridge. After 3 hours, I pulled out a bit to roll and cut. FAIL! Way too wet and sticky. And then I thought... hmmm.... why do I need to roll it out and cut?? I don't care what shape. So I spooned out a sheet full and BAM! perfect!! I only cooked them 6 minute so they don't snap. The next batch, I'll cook longer. But, at least I have ginger cookies and don't have to toss out another batch! These are delicious.



While I was out grocery shopping, I found a take and bake pizza from a local pizza place and I decided to try it. I came home and added more cheese and pepperoni and baked it in my Ninja oven. It turned out GREAT! I've had a pizza jones for a while with no good solution. This is the answer. It's apparently something that one of or chains carry always. Next time I'm going to get a couple and try freezing one just from the store.

Earlier today, I replied to a tweet and got some OK boomer replies. I'd forgotten about boomer hate! Funny. I forget that no one is interested in old peoples' contributions. I got no beef with that. I just forget. If I were them, I'd feel exactly the same way. Right up until I got there, I was seriously distrustful of anyone over 30. I'm ok with me and my contributions aren't that great anyway. I need to stay in my pen.

Biggie's new eating regime has me flummoxed. He won't eat any seafood or turkey. Ok chicken. And, now he pretty much flatly rejects anything but those Fancy Feast Petites. I'd like to have him tolerate another kind just in case we can't get FFP's sometime.

He goes for long stretches without eating. Then he stands by his food table and howls. He does not want to eat as soon as I can dish it out. He wants to eat RIGHT THIS FUCKING MINUTE. I cannot fill his dish fast enough. He hops on the counter. I'm worried that he'll fall off so I want him eating on the floor. It's a timed rat race and I lose every time. I finally get his bowl filled and then have to pick him off the counter and on to the floor. Which makes him howl.

I guess the answer is to leave the FFP with a few kibbles in the bowl at all times. Ugh. But, ok. I guess.

Between meals, His Royal Highness, is spending the afternoon in bed. I also note there is a fair amount of kitty litter in the bed. So, I will be playing the part of the Princess and the Pea!