There’s so much to do to prepare for the holidays – buy groceries, think about setting up some Christmas stuff, and wash the cats.
I think I must have a brain tumor or something, because lately everything smells funny to me. (Maybe I should switch deodorant?) The cats (Pfennig) were really starting to smell funny, though, so I told Lloyd we needed to give the cats (Pfenning) baths. Ok, so even though Pfenning is the only one who needs the dunking, I give Cricket one too – just to be fair. Surprisingly, she’s the more docile one. Just one mad ‘meow’, then she just takes it. Pfennig has a stroke in the sink. Nobody can take a picture of that – we need four arms to restrain her.
