Subj : Biscuits was: Olives
To : Ruth Haffly
From : Shawn Highfield
Date : Thu Feb 27 2025 06:30:00
Hi Ruth,
On <Wed, 25 Feb 25>, you wrote me:
RH> Mannheim Steamroller (a music group) was going to be in Savannah for
RH> a one night concert. That coincided with my last day of radiation so
RH> we went out to supper at a nicer place and then over to the concert.
RH> We've got a number of their CDs; a friend in Berlin introduced us to
RH> their music in the early 1990s.
That's a good way to turn a bad thing into a good memory.
RH> Pickle Puss? (G) When I was growing up, we always had both cats and
RH> dogs. Overall they got along quite well, tho introducing a new one
RH> (usually cat) to the mix saw the back arch and hiss of a young one
RH> trying to assert their place in the mix.
We assumed that's what Pickle would do, but he just came in, exited his
carrier looked around, pretended he didn't see the dog and hid under a bed
for a day.
Now he runs the apartment, but still just ignores the dog whenever she comes
around. The dog is too "chunky" to get up on her dad's bed, so the cat
often makes an effortless from way back in the hallway to the bed then
he proceeds to purr LOUDLY when bob pet's him. This causes Princess to
start getting jelly and crying. I swear the cat looks smug at this time.
