Hard times...

It's been a rough week for Michael and me. We put Bugger Man down on Tuesday. He was almost 15. These have been the first few nights in about 15 years without a cat in my face or on my back, and I'm afraid I must be sleeping better because I hurt everywhere. It was sad to see how many messes he was making on new carpet, but really hard to put down a cat that otherwise seemed so healthy.

One of Dad's friends dropped off some farm cats to help control the mouse population, and we sort of latched on to a couple of the kittens... but not before Bonnie and Clyde had their fun. We found one that night, very drenched and mauled and let him sleep in the mud room. The next morning, we found a very dirty, crusty one that we cleaned up and put with his sister. Matthew has really latched on to a grey marble one that he's calling Peachy (???) and the rest of us took to the Siamese. We're still working on names, but their litter training is going extremely well and we hope to have basement cats soon. We don't plan on bringing them upstairs until after vacation, just with the expected antics of kittens!! But we really hope they have names by then!
Well my house is quiet right now. The kids spent the night at the River with Grandpa and Michael has gone to work. I have a cake to decorate before work, but not much else. All the whirlwind housecleaning I was going to get done without the kids here sort of got deleted when I slept in until 8:00. I heard Michael's alarm go off at 6:30 and really only thought I was in bed a few more minutes. So anyway, now I must move on if this cake is to be done before work.