Ready?

Some sillies for those of us who are working stiffs!

 At least am working remotely, and the commute to work is simply walking upstairs.

Have appointment with my tax CPA on Tuesday, and he's gonna ask about the 'r' word.

Am slightly...no, VERY...terrified of the concept of living off our funds and stuff.

And am beyond thankful to have a good job, with health benefits.

Guess I haven't yet hit that "That's enough; I'm done!" point.

Yet, it's on the horizon, peaking over the ridge with glowing eyes locked on me.

🙀

Paying the Chuck Tax

Bring me my tax!

We try to feed both sets of cats at the same time each day.  Ideally, it's 7:00 am and 7:00 pm, and I mix up Angel and Chuck's food first.  I give them their bowls on the kitchen floor, then work fast to pull together the 'o' cats's meal.  However, a while ago we realized that ANY CAT FOOD in the house belongs to Chuck, and he must get a portion of it; no matter when or why.  We call this "The Chuck Tax", and make sure we drop a bit of whatever we have into his bowl.  Normally, he's still got a full meal still, but he'll break off eating and follow me around until I put a taste of the other food out for him.  Angel and Chuck are on a special limited ingredient diet, to combat his past intestinal tract issues.  The 'o' cats get healthy food, but it is not quite as fancy, plus they get kibble, especially in the cold weather when wet food freezes easily.  He only gets an 1/8th of a teaspoon as tax, if even that much, but peace reigns when Chucky gets paid his due.  We also place a food bowl in front of him first, then Angel, to acknowledge his highest standing.