Sanderson's Diary, November 2007

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November 1

Ah yes, the morning after Halloween. It was pretty much a bust around here. We had seven kids who ended up getting a whole lot of bubble gum!  I lucked out as well. Mom didn’t dress me up in a costume like the year they had a pet costume contest where she worked. I went as Charlie Brown without the pants, as they were really too tight and there wasn’t any place for my tail. (Oh, did I mention that Mom got the outfit from a teddy bear? The next time someone tells you that stuffed animal clothes are “one size fits all,”  tell them that they haven’t seen this stuffed animal lately!

November 13

Mom starts physical therapy for her knee today.  Goody!  That means that she will be out of the house for a couple of hours three times a week at least through Christmas. Should give me plenty of time to go on the Internet and surf for prezzies.  Some for her, some for me.  I already know what I want.  More balls! I know that is a part of my anatomy I can’t recover, but the foam rubber kind are enough fun to hockey-puck around the house, play soccer with, volleyball back and forth with Mom, etc., that it almost makes up for what some would consider my male deficiency.

November 21

Seems like Thanksgiving is going to be early this year.  I’m sure it is always too early for the turkeys!  Man, imagine spending your entire life in fear that you were about to end up on someone’s table as the main event.  Not the life for me. 

November 24

Well, the day has come and gone. Mom had Aunt Barb down for the feast, and they cheated.  They had a rotisserie turkey breast from one of the local grocery stores. Dang!  That’s gotta be a worse fate than becoming the whole dinner. Imagine all these turkeys getting together to compare their surgical scars. 

November 29

The Christmas shopping season has been officially open for five days now.  Not that it mattered to me.  I’ve been surfing the net looking for the prefect present for Mom for days now, and I expect that it won’t be found in an after-Thanksgiving sale.  You know that we Maine Coons have exquisite taste, and with that goes exquisite spending authority!  Well, at least until Mom finds out about the  account charges. Then I’ll have a lot of explaining to do. 

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

Sanderson