Day 262: Coin on Cat

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Visited my parents’ house and couldn’t help but pester my old cat. My brother and I raised this cat and poked at her so much that she really doesn’t mind us now.

Before you get your panties in a twist, we didn’t do anything to hurt Apple. We were teenagers but we weren’t inherently mean.

She will not put up with other people trying to fool around with her. She barely tolerates flea medication from my parents.

When me or my brother tease her or balance things on her—she endures it. She closes her eyes and thinks of England.

In the spirit of Christmas, I balanced a gold foil coin on her head. She sat like this for about 15 minutes just sleeping on my lap.
Love my old grouchy cat.

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Day Thirty-Seven: Abominable

Clearing the Walk

There are several pictures of my father which I hold so dear to my heart. This is a camera phone snapshot of my dad shoveling the snow off of his sidewalk.

This picture really sums up my father. Genius, eccentric and passionate when he sets his mind to something. I see so much of my biological characteristics and personality traits rooted in this man.

Too bad I wasn’t in Salt Lake City at the same parade to see my dad walk on his hands and win my mother’s heart. My parents were and are pretty cool.

Not everyone can get away with clearing snow off their sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon in only house slippers and a bathrobe.

Keep it real, old hippie.