Well.
Maybe not millions.
Maybe thousands.
Hundreds?
Tens?
O.K. Two or three.
But, you see, as I have said many times before I live a very sedentary life these days. I don't think you'd be interested in my trips to the pharmacy to pick up prescriptions.
Or my now infrequent visits to the kitchen to try to cook something.
(However, I did make a foray there last night. We had some leftover Kraft macaroni and cheese. And several pieces of chicken that were cooked a few days ago. So I had the idea to plate the mac and cheese and slice up the chicken fairly finely and arrange it over the m&c and heat it up in the microwave. But I figured it might be pretty dry so I tried a trick I'd seen many fancy chefs use on the food channel. I fried an egg, sunny side up, and placed it on top of everything else. Y'know what? It was pretty darn tasty! But I don't think I'll send the recipe to Bon Appetit.)
So, any way. I need something to blog about before I can bring myself to blog. After several days of what we used to call in broadcasting "dead air", it arrived in an e-mail from the BRD this evening.
She said she'd brought the plants in for the winter and arranged them along with a couple of cat beds. And she said it seemed to be kitty approved. I agree. Here's her photo.
On the top level, Lilly and Jet. Underneath, Mister Taz.
The newcomer down below originally was called Taz, short for the Tasmanian Devil. But of late the BRD says she's been calling him "Mister" more often. So I have dubbed him Mister Taz.
Or, like most cats, maybe he just chose his own name.
