I only have one more night here. Tomorrow my niece Randy is bringing Elvis to me and the two of us are going back to NYC to start our new life.
I’m both excited and scared.
Interestingly, for the first time in many months Rupert will be home. If he and Elvis hit it off, all my prayers will be answered (except the one about me and Robert Redford).
If they don’t, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Back to the present. So far no coyotes have eaten the dogs, which is very good news. As I’ve said before, my job is the dogs, the cats and something I didn’t mention before, I have to leave 13 piles of deer food half way down the driveway every day at around 5. They are all standing there waiting so I can’t miss a day.
Donna, Stephanie’s friend is in charge of the horses and donkeys and barn cats but yesterday I decided that I have to feed the horses because I have to pass them on my way to the deer and I can’t stand them staring at me and yelling “Nu?” (jewish for “What the hell? Did you forget when dinnertime is?”).
They’re a bunch of schmucks because Donna comes home between 5 and 5:30 but waiting isn’t their strong suit. Certainly not waiting without kvetching.
Speaking about schmucks, I have a blind item for you.
“What schmuck is planning a personal coup in the schmuckiest way possible? And what neighbor of the schmuck is going along with said schmuckiness to take her final step into Schmuckland?
67 and dumped 
Rupert and Elvis will be best friends–after Elvis punches Rupert in the face and shows him who’s boss. I’m so excited to have a cat again!! xoxo
How about a photo of the deer? Fifteen deer waiting on the driveway for their dinner must be an impressive sight, and if you haven’t fed them yet, they’ll probably stand there long enough for you to get the shot. You could post on Twitter if you don’t want to clutter your blog with photos.
Elvis is one lucky kitty! My two are a source of relaxation & unconditional love. If (and there is very little chance of it) you should have any litter box issues, throw me an email; I’m a bit of an “expert” on the subject. I repeat, it’s a rare occurrence. Oh, and buy lots of sticky roller-brushes 🙂
As my father would say…”Don’t be a schmuck!”