Sanderson's Diary, October 1999

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October 1

Now that I have a little more time on my hands, I can sit here and look out at the world. Mom's got this new job, and while it brings the prospect of a larger budget for treats, she's spending more time away from home. I am convinced she will get tired of that soon, or at least I hope she will, because I need my supervised play time! So far, Mom hasn't let me down, but I do worry about the dreaded Y2K planning process. She's already cancelled their vacation between Christmas and New Years. That move is really good for me though, because who wants to go through all those noisemakers on their own? I think I can look to more quality time, which is what a loving kind of guy like me needs!

October 12

Okay, here I am doing it again -- writing a little priceless prose on a holiday. But this time I'm trying a poem. Here goes . . .

Columbus sailed the ocean blue,
In fourteen hundred ninety two.
He landed here in the U. S. A.
And we dedicated to him this special day.
So if you are enjoying a day without labor,
It's Chris we have to thank for the favor!

Hey, maybe I'll get better with practice?

October 19

I just can't stay away from the computer! Lately I have had a lot of fun looking for cat-related screen savers and wallpaper and things. I found this neat link at NetsaversCenter where you can get some pretty cool stuff, and I put a link to it on my home page along with the awards and e-mail link and stuff. Hope you have fun picking out things like I did!

October 29

Well, I've still got it as a gymnast. I can still just sort of levitate straight up from almost any position! Mom was talking on the phone last night while she was emptying the dishwasher. Enroute to the silverware drawer, she managed to step on the fur on the side of my tail (I sort of snuck up on her, and then I sort of freaked out). Well, I jumped straight up in the air, landed on the tile overhanging the sink, realized that the sink was full of pots and pans, dropped down onto the open door of the dishwasher, didn't like the feel of that one, and boogied for upstairs as fast as my furry little feet would take me! All that was left in my wake was a foot-full of fur on the kitchen floor. Poor Mom, she thought she'd killed the cat! She kept trying to catch me to make sure I was okay and I kept jumping just out of reach . . . so she decided I was probably not dead and went back to the telemarketing suvrey or whatever. Gad, the things our parents have to deal with. Hey, I'm so furry you can't even see where I lost it!

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

Sanderson