Millie decided that we should take a nap when I got home from work today. She made her wishes known by planting herself on me:
All your human are belong to me.
Photo © Chip Bennett, all rights reserved.
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Millie decided that we should take a nap when I got home from work today. She made her wishes known by planting herself on me:
All your human are belong to me.
Photo © Chip Bennett, all rights reserved.
Millie is getting more comfortable with her new surroundings:
What is this plastic thing you’re always playing with?
Photo © Chip Bennett, all rights reserved.
I will stand on the plastic thing, so you can’t use it.
Photo © Chip Bennett, all rights reserved.
I like it much better after you put the catnip in.
Photo © Chip Bennett, all rights reserved.
I was taking a nap; why did you wake me?
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Please get that thing out of my face!
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So, Millie decided to come home with me after all. She spent yesterday evening exploring and claiming her new surroundings:
Stalking my new home
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I like this corner. I claim it as my new scratching post.
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Yes, I know. I am cute.
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Another fine corner. It will prove useful for my back-scratching needs.
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If I am going to pose for you, you must at least have the camera in focus.
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This space is too narrow for me to explore; unacceptable!
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What happened January 26, 1948? The greatest dad ever was born!
Happy Birthday, Dad! Here’s to years of scratch golfing!
My laptop hard drive failed Sunday morning. I’ll get caught up on posts this evening. I owe y’all a couple OYB posts.
Oh, yeah… and Anna and I are done; for good. I won’t be bothering to hide posts/pics this time, though; what’s in the past, is past.
Anna, the baby, and I at the New Year’s Eve party with several friends from church:
Chip, Anna, and baby at New Year’s Eve party, December 31, 2005
Photo © Maria Joslyn. Used with permissionI even splurged, and drank the whole glass of sparkling grape juice. Anna made me do it!
This picture reminds me of another blogger in much the same situation, and who had this to say:
For all you single guys, let me say this. If you ever find a woman who can juggle a baby, a bottle, and a glass of champagne, and look this good doing it – you marry her.
For the record, Anna managed all three (except it was sparkling grape juice, not champagne) – and as for marrying her now that I’ve found her: I intend to!
Should I adopt Millie?

She’s a good cat, in need of a good home. I can adpot her for free.
Thoughts?
And a very happy start to the new year, indeed!
Of most immediate importance, Anna and I are back together again; taking our time, to figure everything out – but, together. I’m sure I’ll have much more to say later; but for now, I’m just relieved and couldn’t be happier.