I was narrating the other night and my cat decided she wanted some loving right then and there. If you listen hard, you can hear the soft purring followed by her head bumping the microphone.
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In the 1800's, when hand-worked printing presses were in operation, 'sorts' were the technical term for individual letters. Solo characters became words and words became sentences.
The modern frustrated phrase, "I'm out of sorts", originates when the master printer looked down at his empty trays and lamented he could go no further in his work as all of his letters were used.
This is why I changed the blog title from "Amnesia" to "Out of Sorts", because it seems like I'm always looking for words and I'm constantly running out. :)
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August 27th, 2009 at 11:10 pm
I find in situations like that a gentle shove off the end of the desk works well.
August 27th, 2009 at 11:12 pm
Awww, that was cute. She was a happy kitty.
August 27th, 2009 at 11:23 pm
You are remarkably patient. But, that was terribly cute.
August 28th, 2009 at 7:03 am
I equate this to Zephy (African Lovebird) going directly to the spot where my right ear received a skin graft and artfully clamping down on it to get more food.
August 28th, 2009 at 10:44 pm
Must be something in the air this week. Last time I talked with my brudder, one of his cats thought it was close enough to dinner time to put on the starving kitty act and was rather vocal about it.