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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
bluebird of bitterness 
lol – yep, it’s hard for pets to understand time change. I usually do it a half-hour one day and then the other half-hour the next 🙂
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That sounds like a good plan. 🙂
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The thought for the day – “I sometimes wonder what happened to people who have asked me for directions” – is exactly what goes through my head when people have been unfortunate enough to pick me to ask …
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Anyone who asks me for directions is unlikely to make the same mistake again. Thank heaven most people rely on GPS now.
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That’s one thing most of Arizona doesn’t worry about, Daylight savings time. Hungry kitties, always. Some are 4-footed and some crawl on their bellies and carry neat rattles. Both are very welcome but beware, both have attitude: Does not play well with others. For the fuzzy kind, a window in the batthouse is always open and they can find food there, the dry stuff. Water is always around the garden and front for both, as well. Happy Fall, y’all! niio
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I set food out for a Farrel cat and she shows up about the same time every evening. She’s really going to be confused now – right along with me! 🙂
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My grandcat Oscar is acting even more aggrieved than usual, but he always thinks he’s starving to death, time change or no time change.
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Our dear Daisy Dog insisted on nuzzling me awake at dawn – earliest twilight, really. So I set an alarm on my cell for then, and got her to realize that’s when I get up.
She understood so well that now she doesn’t even bother to get up until I’m up & running. I’ve adjusted the alarm incrementally as the dawn comes later.
When the Saving ended, I just adjusted the alarm by an hour. What I’m trying to say is, sunrise and dogs don’t care about the clocks.
Did I ever mention – I asked my neighbor how he adjusted his cattle (beef, not dairy – this is Oklahoma) for Saving time. According to him, you grab their tails and crank them to the right in Spring, and to the left in the Fall. I did not know that.
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Exactly!! They’re thinking, “You gotta be kitten me right meow!”
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Mine have been registering their dissatisfaction rather vocally.
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Tee hee 🤭
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I wish they looked liked that. Instead, they are rubbing at my legs in a perpetual dance that foretells me breaking a hip some day, meowing and making themselves a general (although sweet and lovable) nuisance.
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Sometimes Oscar looks at me as if he would call the Humane Society on me, if only he could reach the telephone…
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😀
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