Rose is about three in people years, which means she has become a Major Pain in the Ass. Last night she went to bed soaking wet because she could not COULD NOT stop climbing the screen door and tormenting poor old Jax. Then she kept jumping up on the kitchen table. She would not be calmed by chin scratching or other positive attention. No clever diversion tactic would work. She was hell bent on being naughty and I could only aim the spray bottle at her and squeeze the trigger.
You can calculate your cat's age here, which is how I know how old Rosie is today.
Speaking of math, Jen was doing some counting in her head this week, which led me to figure out some numbers of my own.
Mr. T has about 650 feet of boardwalk to finish building for his Eagle Scout project. His project involves 7,000 screws. We've worked on it for about 10 hours so far, if you include planning and paperwork. Mr. T also has to run about 3 miles a day to train for cross country. He has zero more days of drivers ed. class remaining.
We have 6 birthdays to celebrate this month.
I helped 1 really angry and powerful ten-pound snapping turtle across a county highway yesterday and gave 5 toads an assist out of our pool. I made 9 trips in the Momvan yesterday, chauffeuring Team Testosterone to their various activities and social engagements.
Mr. B and his BFF plan to make 2 sets of scuba gear, a plan involving rubber tubes, aluminum foil and duct tape, so they can explore a depth of 14 feet in a pond. I gave 4 lectures about safety after hearing about their plan.
I'm giving away 2 books on Monday to 1 lucky winner out of my comment box. You can win I Was Raised to Be A Lert and The Second Book of Pearl: The Cats by Pearl Vork-Zambory.
Spill it, reader. Crunch some numbers.
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