Not A Box Cat . . .
Miss Karma is definitely not a box cat.
Now most cats are.
Big cats.
Little cats.
Lotsa cats.
Our Cat Mister would try to fit into any box, any size.
But Karma is a whole nother story.
Yesterday when we stopped at Brandi’s on our way back to the rig, we picked up a box from Jet.com with a 30 pack of Joint Juice for Jan.
The box is about 18” x 18” x 18”, so not a tight fit at all. But when I picked Karma up and tried to put her in the box, you would have thought I was dropping her into molten lava. And even now she won’t have anything to do with the box.
A strange cat from the very start.
It seems like most weekends we’re off doing things with the kid, but this weekend we’re home, er, rigbodies. So after a little nagging by our friend and Ranger Barbara Spade, we decided to take in the Saturday Potluck here at the park.
For our dish, Jan fixed up a batch of her Sopapilla Cheesecake, always a get-together favorite.
And besides Jan’s offering, there was a lot of other good food as well, and a bunch of happy people.
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Thought for the Day:
If you can’t convince them, confuse them. – Harry S Truman
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