Wednesday, January 28
Talk about feeling old
I was reading in USAToday about my car, a Mercury Grand Marquis (1990 at that), I find from this article that
Grand Marquis has the oldest average age of buyers of any model, according to the Power Information Network.Wow. I wonder at my age of 46, how much that helps drop that down...
And yes, I've been thinking about replacing it with another one. The_Rose wants a Buick. She's owned them before. I've owned Fords before. I've owned more Fords than anything else I guess. A Torino, two (three?) Pintos, a Merkur and the Marquis. The others would be a BMW 2002, Mopar Polara stationwagon, Challenger and Newport, Chevy Cutlass Cierra, and an AMC Gremlin. I'm probably missing a couple. Another Newport maybe?
Cats and kittens
On another note, we had another cat fight between Kali and Harry (or Hairy, we haven't settled how to spell his name yet...) last night. I hope those two settle down. Harry is at a disadvantage, because he's declawed. But that doesn't seem to matter. The two kittens are scaredy cats with him. They don't like him, but he ignores them, and if he walks toward either of them, they go running off. Which is funny, because they go chasing after Kali, and Kali runs from them. So I don't know exactly what is going on when they do fight. I might be hearing Harry roar at Kali, and she just goes running.Today, I open the back patio door, where I see Grizelle rolling on the concrete by the pool. She hears the door, springs up, and either sees me and/or Kali, who I was trying to let out, and came running in, and then lies down on the floor next to me, and then looks at Kali, who is now hissing, and then Kali runs off for another room of the house. Grizelle then proceeds to walk back outside since the door was still open. A little bit later, I call Bridgette in from the front door. While I'm waiting for her to decide to come in or not, Grizelle spies me from the neighbors across the street and comes running full bore to me. I pick her up, and give her some loving, then she wants down, and back out the door she goes. Very strange behavior. I'd almost expect that more out of a dog than a cat. At least the dog decided to come in. Permanent link posted by bytehead @ 1/28/2004 03:28:00 PM
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