When will I see you again? When will we share precious moments?

I've been looking...Well now, that's odd, I stopped typing that sentence over 20 minutes ago to go do something, and now I haven't a clue what the rest of the sentence was or what I was looking
for. Another day of distraction. Felix Pinkerton was born sometime around March of 1990. He looked like an adorable little skunk and so he was rescued from Scamps at Beaverton Mall. His first home was an apartment that didn't accept pets, so he was smuggled in, and out even. He took well to being harness trained, so he got to go lots and lots of places. My little buddy. He's been as far South as California, and as far North as Canada. He stayed at a hotel room in Canada and actually went to the bathroom in a makeshift litter box comprised of an old cardboard box and some dirt from the hotel grounds. He went through the Wildlife Safari in Winston, Oregon...In the trunk, because they didn't allow pets. The car overheated, we were stranded, he almost escaped, and whew. One of his many adventures...He's been trampled (lightly) by a heard of bread crazed ducks at Rock Creek 185, he's been stared down by a black and white cow (cow's nose was inches from Felix flat on the sand staring back up at her) on the beach of Sauvie Island, and he made his great escape at Hagg Lake, on the lamb for at least a couple hours of worrisome search and calling. He's lived in three different apartments and three different houses, the last house being the bestest. He has a wonderful park like yard with pine tress, and it's all fenced off (thank's Dad) so that other cat's can't get in. He is master moth hunter, in his youth he was also master fly hunter, and he wins the award for high jump. He used to sit on top of the fridge and play catch with a toy sticky ball. You just threw this ball up and it would be stuck to the ceiling a couple feet above him, he would sit and stare at it as it slowly detached from the ceiling. At just the right moment his paw would come out and he would catch the falling ball with one claw. His best critter friend in the world was Oscar the rabbit. He's been camping at the beach, Jones creek, Bend, the California Redwoods, and Snake River Idaho. He got out at the Garfield house a couple times and caught a few rodents. Felix sat like a Buddha doll, only late in life did we realize this was probably easier for him since his 7th vertebrae was fused to the sacrum. The only stuffed animal he ever loved was a pink frog won from a carnival type claw game. He loved the styrofoam lizards from the Rose festival, he could rip one to shreds in less than a week. His first nick name was cheese head, as he actually stuck his head in your mouth after you ate Doritos. He's had many nicknames: the skunk, cheese head, Buddha Fee, felicity, poohbah, Feeber, Feester, Fee, Feeline, Park Fee, Late Fee, and Bubby Bubster from Butte Montana (Bubby for short). He has mostly always been my cuddle bear, sleeping in my arms or by my head, but for the last couple years he has gravitated to Frank. He is a cuddler, a big cuddler, I held him for twenty minutes last night, purring away. He is so so so loved.


Word(s) of the day: HIPPOPOTOMONSTROSESQUIPPEDALIOPHOBIA

Lexie log: Grammy came over yesterday. We sat and played on the back porch for a while, went to Haggens to pick up dinner from the deli, and wandered around the store with Lexie in the green kids shopping cart shaped like a car that she can sit in and pretend to drive. By the time we got home, she was asleep. She got her Winnie, Piglet, and Tiger back and watched Frosty the Snowman on TV.

Today I'm grateful for Felix, memories, Frank and Lexie, Mom and Dad, and life.