Purty dog.
But I can feel my blood pressure rising just lookin’ at that. Been there, done that...grrr!
Ungh...tired. Tam yowled until about eleven and recommenced yowling at five and is STILL yowling, and I *still* don’t know why. I need a cat whisperer or something. Or I could just throttle him. It’d be cheaper.
At least he’s not shaking up ur sodaz.
Abby is acting strangely, and yes I know that’s a bit redundant.
She spent about 24 hours in the Mrs. desk chair until Mrs. put a blanket for her on the couch. She stayed there most of yesterday. This morning she was up on the back of the couch where she likes to look out the window.
But, as best we can tell, she hasn’t been down to eat or go to the litter box.
Remote control zappy collar, remote by the bed, problem solved.