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by CDFingers
Mr. Hope in cat years being even older than I, he can't really do the crunchy foods like he used to. Gushy foods preferred. So I ventured out this morning to bring home the mixed grill. Gak. I wonder what they mix in there. Cats love it. Usually a Sunday will find lots of cars going all sorts of places. Three. Maybe five all told. At the supermarket there weren't that many folks, though over the PA they reminded us several times to keep one shopping cart length between us. Lots of staples missing like TP. Bought extra coffee and cat food.
Most importantly, I did a dry run with the bleach solution. Jar in the car. I forget who, but someone said it might photo degrade, so I made new. Wiped down all the surfaces I touched after the shopping cart. No toucha da face. Door handles, steering wheel, shift knob, local community radio button, and so on. Washing my shopping bags now in hot water with bleach. Just testing, really, as one 60 year old man in Chico has tested positive.
CDFingers
Crazy cat peekin' through a lace bandana
like a one-eyed Cheshire, like a diamond-eyed Jack