Lesson in Shrimp....
It was a busy day, not a harrowing one tho. I worked. I went all the way thru my e-mail, answered nearly every question anyone had. This is always a Good Thing. Except, they all wrote me back. I now have five pages of notes on things that need doing tomorrow.
(if you were waiting on me, and didn't get an answer, you might want to lob another my way, it's that sort of hectic right now.)
It was also Pod's day for her IV fluids. This is a thing that is going better than I ever would have expected, despite my glib assurances on the subject. She comes right out and sits on HER pillow, and I pop it in, and give scritches until it is done. She couldn't be happier. Cats will surprise you sometimes like that. It doesn't bother me at all. Sometimes we surprise ourselves like that.
Tonights Adventures involve tending Leopards and watching a movie, hard to make exciting, but I will give it a go, proving again, it isn't what you do but how you write about it.
Since King Lear the Huge, Still in Hiding likes Shrimp, I thought I might get some. NOT an easy task here in Small Town. I know this will shock and amuse many of you, but here we cannot nip down to the market and simply buy fresh seafood. Don't have it. I found a pack of Frozen Salad Shrimp and brought it home.
And so begins the Great Shrimp Hunt.
Mim found the Pack of Salad Shrimp in the bag, and went on the Hunt. I explained carefully that they were Frozen, and needed to, uh, soak a bit. (I was winging it, I have no idea how to prepare Salad Shrimp. The package said they were cooked and all)
Venus joined her on this hunt, tho she is pretty sure All Food Sucks and is some sort of Plot.
I did a little Steak Lobbing for the Hiders, and Venus and Mim, while the Salad Shrimp de-frosted. Le Leopard growled, but sniffed. The King and Queen hid. Venus ran, and Mim put hers under the carpet, and proceeded to try and dig it out, howling mournfully the entire time.
Mim did not appreciate Venus joining HER hunt. If this look isn't evil, not sure what is...
When the Salad Shrimp was finally de-frosted, and the bag opened, we all, uh, re-coiled from the SMELL! Great Fods, this stuff is worse than Sardines! Wont' be happening again soon! Neither Venus or Mim would touch it. Sure don't blame 'em!
But when I took the bowl up, and went into the Forest Bedroom, Queen Mab came running up, until she remembered she did not know me, and sniffed the Horrid Shrimp, and retreated slightly, but Watched! I lobbed some Horrid Shrimp and called for King Lear the Huge, but he never came.
We will see. Small steps, but it was a night I needed a bit of encouragement, and Queen Mab came and saw me.
About all anyone could want.
Love, and Horrid Shrimp,