Mom met Dad years and years ago when he was the service manager where she had her car repaired. He was known by his coworkers for his sarcastic one liners. Dad actually told her, “Nothing Lasts Forever” when her VW Golf needed some major repairs. It later became a standing joke between them. She says it should be on his tombstone. They are both weird.

Two days ago, Mom announced to Dad that “Nothing Lasts Forever.” I was afraid she was talking about me! I was happy to learn that she was talking about the springs on the loveseat in the living room. She told me that they bought it 20 + years ago when they still lived in Auburn, WA. They paid $75 for it used! She said that under the slipcover, it was a blue tweed fabric topped with an oak trim across the arch of the back that was probably from the 1980’s. That makes it 40 + years old! An actual new one is expected to arrive next week. While she was doing some online research to determine the age of the current one, she found another one that we own. She has it out in the screened patio. She was shocked to see it on sale for $2,396. She says she has kept ours because she liked the unique style. She did decide against bringing it into the living room. Of course, if she doesn’t like the new one, she may change her mind. I wonder if the new one will make a good scratching post?

Yesterday Mom was gone most of the day. She said she went to something called a NE Texas Book Bash. I have no idea what that might be, but I asked to go along. She said “No.” I hate it when she says “No” about anything. I tried to tell her that I was an expert at bashing books. Hadn’t she noticed when I pushed books off the end tables in the living room along with anything else that was there? Of course, she noticed because she would tell me “No,” and then take the time to pick up everything so I could push them off again. It is a wonderful, fun game.

My favorite book to bash is that funny glowy thing that she holds to read. I think she calls it a Kindle. I just know that it makes a really great sound when it hits the hardwood floor. I also push it off the drawer unit in the van when we are camping, but there the sound isn’t as good. The floor is some type of rubber mat. Mom says the mat makes it easier to clean up the dirt that gets tracked in. I wish we had a hard wood floor there as well. I am just happy that when that Kindle is on the floor, she has time to snuggle with me. I like to give her kisses as a reward.

First I have to say that Mom did it again! She totally forgot what day of the week it was. I tried to tell her that making my blog post in a timely manner was more important than mailing her holiday cards, but no. She made two trips to the post office and then forgot all about me! So this is a day late. It is still important, at least to me.

I have shared my love of Mom’s store bought fried chicken. I also enjoyed bites of the Thanksgiving turkey. I was not a fan of the cranberry relish, but that is my own fault. Mom didn’t offer it to me. I did take a bite from her plate when she wasn’t watching her sandwich made with leftover turkey. Last week I did the same thing with a bite of Dad’s steak dinner. I’m not a professional food thief, but I am getting more practice.

Today Mom was slicing the extra ham off the bone. I watched as she made 4 vacuum sealed bags. That left her with small pieces before she put the bone in a pot with water. She gave me a small piece to taste. I gobbled it down faster than Missy could with the piece that fell on the floor. That small piece was followed by a dozen more. It was sooo good. If I had known that I liked ham, I would have been helping Dad eat his ham sandwiches that he has fixed for his lunch. Know what is the very best part about eating pieces of ham? Mom can’t stir my medicine into it! Sometimes a cat just needs to take a break from the worry about health. Now my tummy is full. It might be time for a nap in the sunshine. I might even let Sophia join me.