It's lord of the flies week at our place. It's been 3 days and it's starting to smell. The cats have taken to fighting more fiercely than ever, leaving tufts of hair every few centimeters. The tufts mingle with crushed fritos for a stimulating contrast when crunched further under foot.
I think they are planning a coup. At least that's what I am suspecting. I caught owen trying to post my bass on ebay. Luckily, he couldn't figure out my password. It's only a matter of time. I threatened to shave his cheeks; both sets. That seemed to set him back a few paces, but you are always at the mercy of a cat. I know this. You don't bleed because they have chosen to allow it.
Sarah, I promise to make the boys clean before you come back.