Life, the Universe, and Everything

Lippe has recovered from his sniffles, and felt well enough to help with the weekly shopping.

Our first stop was the pet store, to stock up on litter and treats.

 

Then we went grocery shopping.

 

The Wegmans store on Monroe Avenue in Pittsford, NY (a Rochester suburb) is the largest supermarket in the area. They have an excellent selection of all kinds of food, housewares, and lots of other stuff.

 

 

 

Lippe decided to ride in the shopping cart, instead of in my purse, so he could have a better view of the wonderful things inside the store.

 

 

 

 

 

Right inside the door was the Produce department, filled with fruit, vegetables, and people.

 

 

 

 

Then came the bakery, with freshly made bread, rolls, muffins and pastries. It smelled so good!

 

 

 

 

There was a very long meat counter…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

dozens and dozens of different kinds of domestic and imported cheeses…

 

 

 

 

 

and a deli. There is also a ready-to-eat buffet where one can choose entrees and side dishes to eat in the Wegmans Market Cafe, or to take home.

 

 

 

When we got to the fish counter, Lippe was very glad he’d worn his hoodie!

 

 

 

 

Lippe was tired by this time, so—after a brief stop to appreciate the fresh-cut flowers—we stopped at the Tea Bar for a rest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our last task was to find the shelves with cat food and toys (less expensive here than at the pet store).

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cavendish and Maxwell were running low on their favorite flavor of stinkyfood, Fancy Feast Gravy Lovers Ocean Whitefish and Tuna.

 

 

 

 

 

Lippe also wanted to get a hostess gift for Midnight, so we looked at the toys.

 

 

 

 

 

He finally decided on this toy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That’s it. We have everything. Time to go through the checkout line and pay the cashier!

 

 

 

 

We went home, unloaded the groceries, gave Midnight her gift, and took a nap to rest up for choir rehearsal this evening.

 

 

Today, we wanted to take Lippe to the art gallery, so the three of us got in the car.

Lippe offered to drive, but his feet didn’t reach the pedals, so he had to be content riding in my purse.

 

 

When we got to the gallery, it was closed. The gallery used to be open on Tuesdays, with free admission all afternoon. When did the hours change?

Disappointed, we went home again, and ate lunch. Andy tutors at an elementary school on Tuesday afternoons, so I had Lippe to myself for a couple of hours. I took him with me to run errands.

We went to the bank, where Lippe flirted with the teller, taking off his hoodie to show off his muscles. She was impressed, but warned him that it was winter, and he might catch a cold!

Macho Lippe, of course, refused to put his hoodie back on again.

Silly wookie!

After stopping for gas, I noticed that Lippe was shivering and sneezing. The teller was right—Lippe was coming down with a cold!

Fortunately, our vet’s office is right down the road, and one of the techs was available for an emergency appointment.

The vet tech was very firm with Lippe. She told him he was lucky it was only a cold, since he could have picked up a secondary pneumonia infection. She gave him strict instructions to:

• wear a shirt even indoors
• bundle up in a hoodie whenever he went outdoors
• eat healthy food
• take his vitamins (she gave him a packet)
• get lots of sleep

We went straight home from  the vet’s office, postponing the rest of our errands.

Lippe spent the rest of the day bundled up in his new bathrobe, sipping tea in front of the fire. (Did you notice how the bathrobe matches his eyes?)

No more adventures for Lippe until he recovers!

Lippe was introduced in yesterday’s post.

Lippe arrived late this afternoon.

Who is Lippe?
It’s a long story.

Several years ago, when I became aware of Twitter, I was eager to learn more. Wary of making a fool of myself under my personal or business name, I decided to test the waters by creating an account for my cat, Quark. Quark could make all the newbie mistakes and, when I was comfortable with Twitter culture and knew how to behave, I would start my own for-real Twitter account.

Tweeting as a cat was loads of fun. I discovered that there are thousands of pets with their own Twitter accounts, and a whole bunch of stuffed animals that tweeted, too. They, and their typists, were friendly and entertaining. One of the friends that Quark made was a German guinea pig named Mookie (Twitter name: @schnille). Sadly, Mookie died (guinea pigs are short-lived creatures) but his stuffed friends @fuzzyFreya and Lippe are still making friends all over the world.

Lippe, in particular, has become a seasoned world traveler. Over the past year or so, this little stuffed Wookie (kin to Star Wars character Chewbacca) has visited friends in many places, and had wonderful adventures, collecting postcards, clothes, and souvenirs from each of his hosts. His activities here will be quieter and less adventuresome than some of his hosts have provided for him. We’ll be showing him around town, and sharing some of our daily chores and pleasures.

Tonight, after his long trip, Lippe decided to spend a quiet evening here at home, getting acquainted with our three current Feline Overlords, Midnight, Cavendish, and Maxwell, and relaxing in front of the fire.

The first order of business was to light the fire.

Lippe supervised piling the logs in the grate, adding the fatwood, and setting the whole thing ablaze.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It took a long time to get everything set up correctly, to Lippe’s satisfaction, but I think the results were worth it!

 

Unfortunately, Midnight is a privacy nut, and rarely allows me to get a photograph of her. I’ll try again later this week.

Cavendish and Maxwell, on the other hand, absolutely love the camera.

Cavendish was a bit wary of the stranger at first, but after Lippe gave him a chin scratch and a tummy rub, he consented to share his pillow.

 

 

 

 

Maxwell soon lured Lippe away, however, with the promise of a warm snuggle. They spent the rest of the evening together, before going off to bed.

Plans for tomorrow include a trip to the art museum.