This weekend Justin and I did a bit of a walkabout for errands and also to have a look at what other people have done with their fences. It's amazing how many decisions have to be made about something that generally, you take for granted. (How high? How much privacy? Lattice? What kind of gate?) Along the way we bumped into this cat who, even from this far away, caught our eye with his jaunty walk, heading straight for us.
I think my cat likes the fringe benefits of the long drawn out unpack aka the attack vs The Stuff I've been doing over the past several weeks. This box was perfectly shaped for him being long and skinny and there was a moment of temptation to keep it, which quickly went away when I reminded myself of all the little bits of cardboard I'd have to clean up as he chews & scratches boxes. I did let him play (and sleep) in it for a while though.
Well I was doing so well with my anxiety. I got over my fear of bringing the iPad into the kitchen. Figured out how to prevent it from turning off after just 2 minutes so it was on long enough for me to make a recipe. I used PC Celeb margarine to bake. I am kind of freaked by margarine...
Then last night someone knocked on our door and tried to get in. Again! This is the third time it's happened over the last few months so we did our civic duty and called the cops. Of course as soon as they realized the door was locked, whoever it was had taken off.
I really didn't think I'd have to worry about this crap here but it shows you have you to be careful everywhere. I just don't want to end up a paranoid freak.