slightly [OT]: pimped out

In a couple of hours, I sign the paperwork on a new job contract, so
the extended, unpaid vacation (3 months) ends on Tuesday the 17th.

jXwXeXrXmXoXnXt...

Woo hoo - congratulations!!! How long is the contract?

I have to start working on the cats now, to let them know I'm going
back to work. Poor Senyah, will have to deal with the "Where's Mark?"
complaints for the first week or so.

Little Feet is already unhappy about all the recent interviews that
have kept me out during the day. He has been extra attentive, and has
been taking up his sleeping position on top of me, when we go to bed.

Of course, I also have Buster trying to either slip under my pillow,
between my arms, or under the blankets next to my legs. Dulce Mae
shows up now and again, but mostly to see if the other cats want to
play midnight zoomies.

Occasionally, Little Boy comes in to see what Little Feet is doing,
and tries to steal Little Feet's spot, by crowding him away. This
sometimes results in my having two cats on top of me - one of them
(Little Boy) VERY HEAVY.

So anyway, wish me luck and send me a few purrs. As with any new job,
contract or otherwise, I am very nervous.

Marina...

But it's great news that you got a job! Yay! Purrs for everything to go
well.

jXwXeXrXmXoXnXt...

You've been doing this a long time, right? You've got the chops!

Purrs for a successful gig!

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark

mlbriggs...

Purrs that you will be cool and calm and have a great new job. Best
wishes. MLB

Sam...

Best of luck with the job and "kitty separation anxiety"!

Kreisleriana...

Good luck! Sounds like the boys are doing the "Uncle Goopy" routine.

Theresa

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