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New habit, new cat food, new position
Mar. 1st, 2005 06:18 pmI'm starting a new routine. Come home, walk the pooch, get supper started, then sit down and update my journal before reading my f/list. If I read before updating, I'm LiveJournaled out and don't write anything.
Today I bought new cat food. The kitties have been eating Meow Mix forever. Lately, however, Jacquenetta has been urping. A lot. All over the house. Considering she's nearly 11 and Mote is nearly 8, I figure it's time to change their diet. So I'm trying one of those ProPlan cat foods especially for indoor-only cats. It's supposed to reduce stomach upset, control hairballs, and produce a more compact stool. It's mixed in with the last of their Meow Mix. They seem to like it so far. We'll see how they do before going 100% ProPlan.
Spouse's manager spotted the marketing piece spouse made to send to previous Sportage buyers espousing the virtues of the new 2005 models. Spouse's manager thought it was fabulous. ("Dude, this is the shit" is the direct quote. Spouse's manager is, umm, a little young.) Spouse is now in charge of all direct mail marketing for the dealership and will get half of any business drummed up by his efforts. And he doesn't have to sell a dang thing. Oh, he can still go out on the lot and take a walk-in if he chooses, but the bottom line is he'll split sales with every salesman on the lot if the buyer came in as a result of one of his mailers. How great is that?
Phoebe keeps running off with the new catnip-filled velveteen squeaky mice. Note to self: search internet for possible ramifications of Poms eating catnip. Additional note to self: buy the silly dog her own squeaky mouse, preferably rubber.
Today I bought new cat food. The kitties have been eating Meow Mix forever. Lately, however, Jacquenetta has been urping. A lot. All over the house. Considering she's nearly 11 and Mote is nearly 8, I figure it's time to change their diet. So I'm trying one of those ProPlan cat foods especially for indoor-only cats. It's supposed to reduce stomach upset, control hairballs, and produce a more compact stool. It's mixed in with the last of their Meow Mix. They seem to like it so far. We'll see how they do before going 100% ProPlan.
Spouse's manager spotted the marketing piece spouse made to send to previous Sportage buyers espousing the virtues of the new 2005 models. Spouse's manager thought it was fabulous. ("Dude, this is the shit" is the direct quote. Spouse's manager is, umm, a little young.) Spouse is now in charge of all direct mail marketing for the dealership and will get half of any business drummed up by his efforts. And he doesn't have to sell a dang thing. Oh, he can still go out on the lot and take a walk-in if he chooses, but the bottom line is he'll split sales with every salesman on the lot if the buyer came in as a result of one of his mailers. How great is that?
Phoebe keeps running off with the new catnip-filled velveteen squeaky mice. Note to self: search internet for possible ramifications of Poms eating catnip. Additional note to self: buy the silly dog her own squeaky mouse, preferably rubber.
