08:55 – Barbara just left to pick up her parents and sister to head up to their family reunion in Pennsylvania. They’ll return sometime Sunday.
Interesting trend on the science kits. We sold one Monday, two Tuesday, three yesterday, and five so far today. Component backorders permitting, we can sustain 10 or 15 kits a week indefinitely, but we’re still a week or so away from when the really heavy flood of orders typically commences. I’m going to take some time over the next couple of days to do a quick inventory and get POs cut for stuff we’re likely to run out of.
Dave, I bet one of you’re cats wouldn’t do this:
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2012-08-10/spotted-lamb-seeks-dalmation-mother/4190060
Dogs Rule! Cats Drool!
That’s it, neuropeptides! When the lion shall lie down with the lamb and the career politician shall lie down with…I dunno…an alien species from outer space…a lizard….what?
On SpaceBook the other day there was a large and very colorful parrot snuggled up against a kitten.
According to this article, outdoor cats kill four billion small creatures a year, or something like that.
http://www.mnn.com/earth-matters/animals/blogs/outdoor-cats-are-prolific-killers-study-finds?hpt=hp_bn16
As I’ve always said, cats are serial killers, pure and simple. If a dog owner suddenly shrank to 6″ tall, his dog would carry him around in his mouth, gently, and protect him from predators. If a cat owner suddenly shrank to 6″ tall, his cat would kill and eat him.
I respect your love and admiration for canine mammals but rest assured if you or I are six inches tall and Fido is hungry, he will carry us gently in his mouth to the spot where he can comfortably lie down and much away happily on us. Our demise would probably be relatively quick, however, whereas Inky or Big Sox here would toy with us for a while. Of course there is always the chance with the latter that they get bored and walk away, too.
Dogz can be useful, though; the very late English poet Alexander Pope used to deliberately piss people off all the time and get challenged to duels, and he was a real little guy. The duels would evaporate when he showed up with his pet mastiff, Bounce.
I am hoping that one of my cats killed and ate the roof rat that ate my refrigerator internals. That roof rat has disappeared but I just paid the mastercard bill for the new fridge. Of course, usually the cats leave some of the evidence lying around and I saw no rat body parts. I did come home a couple of years ago and found that the hallway to my bedroom looked like a scene from “Saw 2” with blood splatters on the walls and mouse parts littering the floor.
The cats leave the body parts and heads around as a public display and warning to other unwanted rodents.
If our host was six inches tall, there would be a little gray-bearded head with a pipe in its mouth posted near one of the doors or windows.