Shopping day.
I got up and decided that it wasn’t time to “go see the cat.”
I kept coming up with all sorts of tasks I needed to accomplish Friday morning, just so I didn’t have to go and shoot the cat again. But I tried anyway. Didn’t really get to the cat, either as he was burrowed back in a closet full of shoes. What do women need that many pairs of shoes for?
So I wandered off to the superstore, conveniently located next to a sporting goods store, and I stopped in to pick some more bait. I wandered in barefoot, and I was spending an inordinate amount of time trying to locate the “pink plastic worms.” Out of stock. Bummer.
I did pick up a truckload of groceries, and I did get most of it put away. Then I went back and tried to make peace with the cat again. At least this time, he wasn’t growling as much. Eventually, he came around and let me poke him once with the needle.
I spent several tense moments trying to figure out how to work the various remotes for the TV, DVD, VHS and so forth. Finally got one button right, and I watched a movie. I think that relaxed the target [cat] some.
The cat is going to have to wait today, though, as I’m going fishing.