This October has held a number of surprises for me, some not-so-good and some fantabulous! We moved into our new home last week and Loula has settled in surprisingly quickly. She loves the extra space as much as we do and delightedly thunders up and down the hallway the length of the house!
But there have been minor and major irritations along the way, one of them being my computer dying last Sunday morning so I was unable to post a story last week. I was so fed up with computer glitches that I got onto the internet via my teensy phone (a Samsung J1 mini) and bought a new one… well, not new exactly, but refurbished like new! I am happily typing on it now. The Moondai Furkids team really like it too because it has a much bigger screen so more of them can crowd around it… offering advice… all at the same time.
Computer arrived Friday but we had no internet (it was supposed to be transferred to the new house last Tuesday when Loula and I moved in but technician didn’t turn up, le sigh). Technician came today so this afternoon we had internet — hooray!
Computer doc dropped by to have a look at it but forgot to bring the docking thingy (no idea what he’s talking about — it’s technical jargon) to transfer all files from the old computer to the new one. That presented a distinct challenge to this week’s story because, while I have the program downloaded on the new computer, I don’t have any pictures.
What to do? What to do? Then the furkids reminded me that they’d done a vote-fur story back in 2016 and suggested this might be a good time for a trip down memory lane to visit the winners four years ago. They’re all far nicer and supa-mega-tons better in every possible way to the hoomins that took over government that year. So here’s our trip down memory lane.
While hoomins are taking part in their Big Vote this year, the pooties, woozles and birdeez are having their own voting spree. There’s an extraordinary array of cattygories, doggygories and birdeegories too, so many that they make California’s number of ballot propositions look like a mere pawful.
After much bickering, grumbling, growling and squawking discussion, they narrowed it down to the following “mozt portant lekshuns”.