She stalked my two dogs this morning. A friendly little Manx cat wanted to make their acquaintances. The friendship was not to be. Maggie hated all cats, made no distinction between friendship and aggression.
Maggie, upon her arrival, convinced her brother canine, that he would be wise to follow suit. Maggie growled, barked; disrupted the normally quiet neighborhood. The little cat didn’t give up and followed our entourage for about a block.
An unplanned trip to the dentist lies ahead this morning. All attempts to divert my attention, are welcomed. Unfortunately, tooth pain has failed to squelch my appetite. It’s made morning coffee less enjoyable–that’s unacceptable.
Do you remember, girls snipping loops from the backs of boy’s ivy league shirts; collecting them like trophies? They called them “fruit loops.” That could have been featured on a “Laverne and Shirley” episode? Boys that wore shirt collars turned up were thought of as “hoods.” Of course that went along with greasy hair, “ducktail” haircuts, and “pegged” jeans. I guess that was the predecessor of “gangsta” culture.