Mama Isabella came through her spay surgery just fine. When we got home, I tried to keep her in the bathroom for a few hours so she could have a little time to herself, but she objected loudly. When I put her back in with the kittens, she hissed them away at first – which hurt Javier’s feelings so much that he ran and hid – but as time went on she allowed them to lie near her, and by bedtime she was grooming them. (She will continue producing milk until either she weans them or they’re separated from her.)
2019: This laundry assistant is terrible at sock-folding.
2018: No entry.
2017: “Who you callin’ a chunky monkey, lady?”
2016: This seems safe and not at all like you’ll break your neck, little girl.
2014: “MY BUTT, DENNIS. SEE? MY BUTT!”
2013: “CASE CLOSED.
2012: No entry.
2011: Vicious, vicious pups.
2010: “What’s a ‘toes’?”
2009: Like a circus, is what I expect it’ll be like!
2008: HG, on the other hand, behaved himself quite nicely, spent most of the night on the end of the bed (which means I had five cats on the bed with me, but still managed to sleep pretty well) and didn’t make any trouble.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.