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The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

It was a few days before we brought our cat, Alex, in to have his tail amputated.  He was frantically scratching and biting at the tumor on his tail.  My husband, Marc, and I attempted to stop him from further hurting himself by putting a cone on him.  He wasn’t happy, and neither were we. In fact, we were worried sick.   Marc and I were sitting at our dining room table, both pounding away on our laptops.  Every few…

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Hate Love Relationship

Hate Love Relationship

“Oh my God, you have to try these olives,” I said to my husband, Marc, as we sat in the new Portuguese restaurant by my house for the very first time. . “What?  You are kidding, right?” Marc asked me while looking at me as if I lost my mind.  “You know I hate olives.” . “I know, but these are amazing!  You are going to love them!” . “No… I…. won’t,” Marc replied slowly and deliberately.  “I hate olives.”…

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I’ve got you under my paw

I’ve got you under my paw

Hey!  It is me!  Alex the cat! (AKA – the tailless wonder)  I have to tell you my latest trick! I am SOOOO proud of it…    If you know me, you know that I only like FRESH water.  Stale water sitting in a bowl is just not my cup of tea.  No sir!  If the water isn’t coming out freshly from a sink, I am not interested in drinking it.  Can you blame me?  . Well, sometimes it is…

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Walking Man

Walking Man

“What is wrong with people,” I exclaimed as my husband, Marc, and I were walking on the boardwalk. I pointed to a lady walking in front us I asked him, “Did you see that?” . “See what?” . Still pointing, I replied, “That lady over there… She just dumped her cup on the bench!” . “Really? Are you sure?” . I turned to him while pulling down my sunglasses real slow, so he wouldn’t miss me rolling my eyes at…

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Word Play

Word Play

I was sitting on our deck, when my neighbor’s five year old son came over for a visit. He was very excited to show me how high he can count. With the exception of him disrespecting the number thirteen, I listened to him count to twenty. Proud of himself, he counted to twenty again, and again. . I tried to encourage him to include the number thirteen, but for some reason, he just didn’t like the number. Around the tenth…

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