Still on the subject of bad news the cat, Mojo, isn't doing well either. I wrote about Mojo here: Of Dogs and Cats. In Mojo's case he was adopted when his owners couldn't care for him, and he's had a very good life since then.
Then there's Zeus.
|Zeus the Cat|
This afternoon Mom wanted to see what this Kindle business was all about, so I showed Mom how to use my Kindle. Mom immediately found a story she wanted to read. Well, at least I know where my Kindle is - and I'm not taking Mom to the range.
Then I found something that cheered me up.
Have you ever been shooting and really doing pretty well, and you sight down the barrel, line the sights up and bring the front sight into focus, and then, just as you're putting that final gram of pressure on the trigger your nervous system shorts out and you flinch a little but you can't stop yourself from torching one off anyway, and now you've got four on target, one flyer and five in the magazine? You know that feeling when the mind screams "don't shoot!!!" but it's too late? Well, guns aren't the only thing that you can shoot that way...
Check out this post on DaddyBear's Den. I've read it three times and laughed until I choked on my bourbon. I really hope DaddyBear has a dog.