Hi Natty Honey! How are you, love? I hope you are having a marvelous time over there, being a glamorous beach bum. Play the game! It's about 40 minutes from sunset over here. I'm feeling tired as I should be, since it's the fasting month. But I felt worse this morning, I could barely keep my eyes open. The evening was better, I cut the grass and worked out. Once you establish that the hunger and fatigue are illusions, then it's business as usual. Naps help, though.
Adolf Kitler gets very unhappy when I don't share my food with him. The past couple of nights I've had steak sandwiches. I gave him some meat and pieces of bread, but I didn't give him any of my sandwich. I wanted it! These steak sandwiches are awesome! But Adolf threw a tantrum when I didn't give him a bit of my sandwich. He peed on my oil bottle. This is the first time in his life that I ever saw him not use the cat box. Then he went to a corner and stretched out in a huff. Oh, I cleaned my oil bottle of course. Adolf felt sorry later for being naughty. Of course I forgave him. He's my kitty. I guess next time I'll have to give a piece of my steak sandwich. Tonight is chili, though.