And HEEEEERE's Medora

That was supposed to sound like Johnny Carson, just in case you were wondering (snicker).

Anyway, meet Medora, my newest Grand Kitty. Isn't she a sweet little thing? She's between three and four months old and really runs the show both at her house and at mine. She rules all the other cats with an iron paw.



She's busy, busy, busy getting into mischief. Below she's managed to climb to the top of Lovely Daughter's patio door screen. Fortunately they have Paw Proof screen so it can't be damaged by kittens doing acrobatics.

And of course she has to help Lars eat his breakfast. She jumps up onto his shoulder, tries to climb down his arm and lick the milk out of his spoon as he puts it to his mouth. She's just a bit on the spoiled side.

Doesn't she look innocent, though?

On another note, I'm getting frickin' tired of this constant heat. Minnesota in September is NOT supposed to be 90 frickin' frackin' degrees every day with a dew point above 70. That makes it pretty darn uncomfortable. Ole keeps telling me to quit bitching because in January when it's 40 below I'll be wishing for it - the heat that is.

Autumn is my favorite time of the year in Minnesota. The bugs and humidity are gone, the temperatures are cool, the leaves are turning color, the sky is a vibrant blue, the air is crisp and the flannel shirts feel so soft and snuggly.

Poor Ole has been suffering over the weekend. Coffee withdrawals, you know. Ole never drank coffee until about 20 years ago when he quit smoking. I guess he substituted one addiction for another, but I'd sure rather have it be coffee drinking than cigarette smoking. Anyway, his coffee pot died on him the other day. So Poor Ole, in order to get his morning cup (I should say pot) was heating water in the microwave a cup at a time, pouring it through the coffee maker, letting it drip through the grounds, then pouring himself a cup of coffee and reheating it in the microwave. That's a lot of work for a cup of coffee. Sure glad I don't like coffee. If it would only taste as good as it smells - but it doesn't.

Anyway, in order to alleviate Ole's suffering I finally managed to find a space saver coffee pot. We had one two coffee pots ago and I just loved it because it bolts up under the cabinet and doesn't take up any counter space. So when that one died I went shopping for another one, but there was none to be found in the city. Since then we've burned up two more pots. So yesterday when I was walking through the small appliance department at Wally World, what should appear before my eyes, down on the bottom shelf in a far corner, but a space saver coffee pot. I snatched that baby up so fast and put it in my cart - it was done in a flash. It was the only one on the shelf, too, so I considered myself pretty fortunate.

Life is pretty dull in Ole and Lena land when the biggest thrill of your day is buying a coffee pot, don't ya' think?

Oh, well.