Afternoon! How are your catz? Mine are sleeping in sunbeams. I’m going to Wal-mart for kleenexes and wine; my foot is killing me after wearing Real Shoes to the funeral.
Horus is sleeping next to me, and he is SNORING. It’s a hoot. I’m going to rub his face in a minute and disrupt his dreams. Tee-hee. Jetta is sleeping, too. Tiger must be on the alert—ready to pop out the door and go crap in the neighbor’s flower beds at the first opportunity.