More Random Nonsense
I am, yet again, going to bore you with the epic saga of . . . my cats.
They are now staring each other down through a toddler gate. Wait . . . scratch that. Cassie is staring down Charlie, who is just trying to get close to her and be her friend. Cassie will have none of it. Much hissing and growling is being done on her part. But this was expected so we’re not upset.
Charlie is taking antibiotics for his wound where he ripped his claw off. Also, he’s wearing a sock.
Notice my mad skillz with the camera—that’s the camera’s strap in the shot. Go me!
Poor little sad, cross-eyed Charlie—I like to think of the above shot as his Dancing Queen picture.
Man, when did Hubby and I become those people? You know who I mean . . . cat people. Next thing you know, we’re going to get sweatshirts with cats made out of rhinestones on them. Then we’ll wear the sweatshirts as we get our Sears photo taken—with the cats, of course.
But no lame picture until the cats get along. Fingers crossed! 
