Thank goodness gas prices have gone down, the couple reflected. With three hungry, orphaned teenage squirrels getting ready for Winter, their expenditures on peanuts have doubled.
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Up till now, Madame would only take her thyroid med mixed with a meal and usually would try and eat around it if she could. Mom started to toss it on the floor like she would a treat and Molls would hoover it up. Except the other night, when she was half-hearted in her windup and toss. Molls immediately recognized the lackadaisical attempt and wouldn't play the game. The Dowager Madame is very much a stickler for things to be done proper. "It's so hard with servants these days" she sighed.
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From C's Red Cross Lifesavers Manual while in Scouts: better a few bruises than a watery grave. This guidance was in reference to the saver's actions with a thrashing, panic stricken swimmer, advising some strong arm tactics to get them under control and ultimately, getting them out of harm's way.
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Izzy had come up close on the deck near Molls who was lounging. The teen squirrel was rather rude and hurled an insult at the "fat and old" feline. Ironic, being catty to a cat.
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The warm days, cool nights with adequate rainfall made the grass feel vibrant and cocky like a Tarzan yell. "Yeah go ahead and cut us, it only makes us stronger and we'll grow even faster!
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The Egyptians name for cats was Mau, much like the word meow.
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Now that it was sweatshirt weather, he found that his cuffs were covered with silver hair after a long scritch session with Mollsy.
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It's hard being without a Mom. With the shorter days and cooler weather, our three squirrel teenagers have ramped up their feeding activity especially Izzy. She's going after everything she can get her hands on including low hanging nearly ripened tomatoes and even green cherry ones. Bhadra is acting more aggressive including bullying his siblings. It's not play like with Izzy and Sky. Bhadra is mean and we heard Izzy cry out the other evening during a scrap with him catching either a claw or a bite. If Rolla was still alive, she would be out there with them, giving advice and tips as well as general reassurance to her children as they approach their first Winter.
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He was in the car waiting for his wife who taught at a University building. Class had let out and he noticed that every single student who came out had their head bowed looking at their phone.
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Molls returned from one of her patrols after supper.
J-Well, how did it go? Did you teach those chippers a thing or two?
M-I told them how tasty their cousin was.
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Madame enjoys unlimited laptime and scritches, door openers upon request and evening supper served al fresco. I doubt any of us will be lucky enough to enjoy such things in our final years.
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He felt bad about cutting back a number of branches of the ancient birches and apologized to them. Those branches hung over the pool deck, not only making it difficult to use the long poles for cleaning but also spreading blizzards of their tiny seeds that he and his wife termed as "wheat germ". The things we do for our convenience. Do they hate us?
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Seen on a bathroom stall in Paris: Pain drills a hole that is filled with joy.
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A massage experience that sucked: the masseurs smelled of tobacco smoke and whose massage style could be described as "industrial". No soothing aromas or background music in the shop, just the noise of passersby in the mall.
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