Sanderson's Diary, November 1998

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November 1

How about that! At a year-and-a-half old, I pretty much fill up the sink now. Remember when you could have put two of me in there and still had room to run the water?

November 3

Today is Election Day in California. Did you vote? Like the good feline that I am, I made sure that Mom placed her votes in the proper CATegories!

November 10

Today I decided I wanted to play with Vet the Victim. Mom was busy fixing dinner, so I opened the kitchen drawer where she has my toys stashed, jumped in, and got him for myself. A cat's got to do what a cat's got to do. Mom sure kept doing a double take at the open drawer though!

November 15

I've been meaning to tell you . . . Mom brought back a great fleece pullover from her trip to Southern California; this one is from Disneyland, actually, and I have to say that I am much cuter than the Tigger that is on it! The shirt has a hood at the neck in back and a pouch (handwarmer) on the front. Of course I am too big to fit in the pouch, but my new cousin Pumpkin rode half-way home from Santa Nella there. Talk about animal rescue... but at least he doesn't live with us! But the best part of all, is that the shirt has these great drawstrings both in the hood and around the bottom. They have plastic dealiebobbers on them, just about perfect Maine Coon mouth size, and I could grab on to play and hang there absolutely forever! (Hmmmmmmm, hope this doesn't make me sound too much like I'm tied to my Mom's apron strings!!!)

Before they headed home and rescued Pumpkin, Mom visited Disneyland, Sea World, and the San Diego Zoo. I didn’t want her to know that I’m becoming pretty computer literate, but I was able to get into her e-mail and get a lot of the photos.  Some of them were pretty entertaining.

November 22

This is the month of Thanksgiving, and boy do I have something to be thankful for. Mom and a group of her friends are going to the opera today, and I don't have to go! They are seeing The Flying Dutchman, and they got the posh seats in a balcony box. But I'm wondering a couple of things. Are they sitting up there in the hopes that the Dutchman will fly over for a close-up? or are they hiding out up there because the opera is written by Wagner, who just might be the same guy that invented the power paint sprayer and they are guarding their clothes? You know, Studly had the right idea... he went hunting for the weekend!

November 23

Okay. Picture this. They got home from the opera and told me about the plot line. First, I had thought that The Flying Dutchman would have something to do with a big blonde guy maybe in a bi-plane or something. Boy was I wrong. It was about some old sailor guy who was about 112 years old who had sold his soul to the devil and was condemned to sail the seas forever, or until he could capture the hand of a maiden true. Of course, there was some other sailor guy who was a greedy guts and was more than willing to give his daughter's hand in marriage to this guy in exchange for untold riches. Except she had this boyfriend who was really fat and ugly but nobody seemed to notice, and he threw a monkey wrench in the works in the third act. In the end, the really old sailor and the maiden separately went up and supposedly joined in a blaze of glory, and the pit orchestra played their little hearts out in a stirring finale. (Sure wish I had photos from this one!)  OPERA . . . Often Pretty Exasperating, Really Amusing!

Check back now and then. I'll keep you posted on the latest developments! Hope to see you soon.

Sanderson