After my cat died occasionally I would up in the middle of the night because it felt like he had jumped on the bed with me. He actually didn’t sleep with me at night, so it was weird. When I would nap during the day though he was always there. When a tornado hit our house in 2011 I had laid down at 1 pm. A few hours later I woke up and went to the bathroom window. I had never seen an actual tornado. I still haven’t. I don’t know why, but I ran to my closet. The roof collapsed on my bed. My husband had to move parts of it to get to my closet. As soon he got me out I went searching for Mischief. I finally found him underneath my daughters’ bunk bed. Their room just had nail pops, so he was safe. I moved his litter box and food in there until we could get everything sorted. I still have his stuffed giraffe. Cancer sucks.
When my mother worked the restaurants always used 8% of the sales for taxing. In truth there were tables that tipped way more than that, but then you had the guy that bought a cup of coffee and sat there for hours getting refills. He would then tip the quarter change. Needless to say 8% was never a true figure.
Can anyone tell me the names of two of the dogs.I know Linus and Bruce.I can’t remember the dog the was adopted at the same time as Linus. I guess that is the brown, fluffy one. I tried searching the blog, but there are just too many pages. I did get to see sweet Maggie again. I switched from the main blog to the “life” folding. I guess Frank never labeled the blogs where he got Linus and the other dog, because it jumped from Maggie’s death to Lucy’s. That dog was such a brat. Watching Frank chase after her was hilarious.
After my cat died occasionally I would up in the middle of the night because it felt like he had jumped on the bed with me. He actually didn’t sleep with me at night, so it was weird. When I would nap during the day though he was always there. When a tornado hit our house in 2011 I had laid down at 1 pm. A few hours later I woke up and went to the bathroom window. I had never seen an actual tornado. I still haven’t. I don’t know why, but I ran to my closet. The roof collapsed on my bed. My husband had to move parts of it to get to my closet. As soon he got me out I went searching for Mischief. I finally found him underneath my daughters’ bunk bed. Their room just had nail pops, so he was safe. I moved his litter box and food in there until we could get everything sorted. I still have his stuffed giraffe. Cancer sucks.