Oh, it gets better. My birthday is Tuesday. On Tuesday, every single person on my side of the building is going to be in Lynchburg for some kind of conference.
Except me.
No, wait, I think the Admin may also be there, but she sits on the other side of the floor.
I told my students ahead of time that they are going to be needed to cheer Ms. Yourish up on Tuesday. I already bought us an ice cream cake.
No, no cat stuff. Tig and Gracie don’t like cat toys. They play with rolled up napkins and tissue paper and paper towel rolls and wadded-up paper. I don’t think they sell any of that on Amazon, and, well, I kinda have enough.
Why do I get the feeling that I’m going to get a box of tissue paper and paper towel rolls from Lair?
Lair, they really only play with the rolls once in a blue moon. And I have more than enough of them these days, what with cleaning up after Tig every day.
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The Catmage Chronicles
Andy thought he was going crazy when a talking cat showed up at his front door. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Goldeneyes is a Catmage – a cat with human intelligence and magical abilities. Andy is an eighth grader who is smart, impulsive, and trying to avoid the school bully at all costs. A prophecy threw them together. There’s just one problem: Goldeneyes can’t stand humans.
The Catmage world is heading toward war. Goldeneyes and Andy must try to stop the enemy from getting stronger. And they must save a powerful Catmage who’s been kidnapped. For Goldeneyes, it’s personal. That Catmage is her grandmother.
Andy and Goldeneyes must try to put aside their differences. If they can’t, the enemy will soon be too powerful to defeat…
No cat stuff?
Well, it’s about time! Considering that your birthday is, what, three days away? ;-)
Oh, it gets better. My birthday is Tuesday. On Tuesday, every single person on my side of the building is going to be in Lynchburg for some kind of conference.
Except me.
No, wait, I think the Admin may also be there, but she sits on the other side of the floor.
I told my students ahead of time that they are going to be needed to cheer Ms. Yourish up on Tuesday. I already bought us an ice cream cake.
No, no cat stuff. Tig and Gracie don’t like cat toys. They play with rolled up napkins and tissue paper and paper towel rolls and wadded-up paper. I don’t think they sell any of that on Amazon, and, well, I kinda have enough.
Okay, now you’ve done it. Time for a little fun…
Why do I get the feeling that I’m going to get a box of tissue paper and paper towel rolls from Lair?
Lair, they really only play with the rolls once in a blue moon. And I have more than enough of them these days, what with cleaning up after Tig every day.