Uh oh, another picture of Beany. But you can’t see much of her:
– I realized late on Friday night that I’d run out of cat food (I realized this when both the cats bore holes right through me with their looks of contempt). There was a little bit of canned cat food in the fridge; they usually get only a taste of it as a treat, but I waited until the morning to give them a bit to tide them over. I didn’t manage to get to the store until after lunch on Saturday, though, and by that point I was feeling very guilty.
So now we have a cat tent. It’s actually billed as a ‘cat carrier’, but anybody who’s ever met a cat will know that fabric mesh ‘windows’ would not contain a cat for very long, not if it really wanted out. Anyway, Beany forgave me for the food mishap.
– Despite the multiple ‘six quirky things’ (and similar) memes I’ve done in the past, I don’t think I’ve ever said how much I hate the feeling of grit clinging to my skin or (worse!) under my fingernails. I mention this because I keep forgetting to make more cold brew, so I’ve been using my Bialetti to make coffee in the mornings, and cleaning it out afterwards is awful. Touching wet coffee grounds. Urg.
I manage to be an enthusiastic gardener, though, so it’s not just an aversion to getting my hands dirty, or whatever. Just. . . the feel of grit. But! A minute ago, I stirred up a batch of cold brew that’ll be ready in the morning. I was carefully pouring grounds from the air-tight container into the measuring cup, carefully. . . carefully. . . care — oh dear, coffee grounds all over the floor. Sometimes you just have to laugh.
– I put up my excellently gaudy white fake Christmas tree (I was tempted to put some commas in that list of adjectives, but they actually don’t belong). We’ll see how long it takes Beany to knock it over. I think in lieu of a baby-Jesus-nativity scene, I’ll put my plastic polar bears under the tree. There are so few opportunities to decorate with plastic polar bears, I find.
– I’m going to make a real effort to post more during December. Just you wait and see. Yes, sir.
Dont you just love christmas ! – The fake trees are a lot better than the real ones as the house just gets full of free falling pine needles. I shall look forward to you posting more in December
Why don’t the commas belong in the Christmas tree sentence, Anna? Tell me, and then next time you want to insert some commas in my prose I will know what to say!
Sue — Because each adjective modifies the noun + all the adjectives in front of it. What sort of tree? A Christmas tree. What sort of Christmas tree? A fake Christmas tree. And so on.
I will admit that I could see putting a comma between gaudy and white, but I can make the argument for leaving it out, too.
Generally speaking, a comma belongs if you could insert an ‘and’ instead (although it might not sounds quite right, colloquially — ie, ‘a cute AND fuzzy cat’). But treeing the sentence will never lead you astray, so next time you want to do that. . .
Of course it’s just a cat tent. That would never work as a carrier. Mind you most of the things I have in my house are cat tents whether they are actual tents or not…
Having added a new cat this year, and since last year the older cat took a flying leap at the tree, I’m debating getting a fake tree this year. Clearing up needles isn’t any fun. Or maybe I’ll just get a picture of a tree to save general destruction…