“If you’re going to the store for more, could you also get some pretzels?”
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Hey, You’re Out of Beer
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“If you’re going to the store for more, could you also get some pretzels?”
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I think kitty drank it all…
My stupie kitty hops in the fridge any chance she gets. I’ve closed her in there a few times (not on purpose).
She’s also pretty familiar with the inside of the microwave.
Stripes got shut in the freezer once when he was a kitten. Luckily for him, I heard a thump and went looking for it. Opened the door and he came tumbling down from the third shelf. (He wasn’t in there more than a few minutes. He never did it again. At least now he wouldn’t fit, unless the freezer was particularly bare.)
If I don’t want fur all over my clothes, I have to barricade the closets that have those doors that are spilt down the middle because the cats have figured out how to open them.
That is a cool cat.
Somebody had to say it
As for beer, I have just come back from shopping. I made a mistake of buying 2 cans of alcohol-free beer for my brother. An elderly man noticed it and started telling me off. “In my time women didn’t drink” “I saw you came by car” The big 0% on the can obviously did not disturb him. “I know your type, you won’t even wait to get home you will drink it here in the parking lot” At this point I was wondering if he thinks I would also eat up all the raw meat I have bought – right on the spot in the parking lot, not to mention the XL pack of toilet paper… Sigh at some people 🙂
Sounds like a dangerous lunatic.
He could be in some stage of Alzheimer’s – or just a crazy person! I love the “I know your type” – hmmmm. Takes one to know one, say what? Also, when was this time when women didn’t drink? NEVER leaps to mind!
🙂 I look so harmless and shy that anyone having a problem with the world tells me off for whatever reasons, it depends on my current state of mind how I react 🙂
As for Alzheimer, when I still had a husband and lived in a city, we had a very nice 90+ y -old neighbour, who was absolutely lost most of the time. He could not see much and had no orientation skills any more and he always asked for help politely. But he couldn’t remember names, he often referred to me as “madam”, “young lady” sometimes even “princess”. He was physically in a very good condition, so he walked quite far away from home, but then couldn’t find the way back. One day my husband and I found him in front of a nearby shop. He looked at us, seemed to have recognized us and turned to my ex -husband: “So nice to see you again princess, could you show me which direction is home?” See? My ex -husband ended up as a princess and me as an alcoholic 🙂
I suspect that people’s mouth filters decay as they get older. About the same time their memory starts to go.
It’s a fun combination.