Thinking of animals, I'm set to pick up my cutie pie with special dietary needs tomorrow.

His name is Markus. Sadly, for him, he was declawed (I have some very strong opinions against this practice, which I'll leave out, beyond this parenthetical statement). I'll assume, for the sake of assuming, that when he started having problems with his food allergy, his owners dropped him off at the animal shelter, where he's been for over a year now. Because of his needs, he's been housed at a vet's office nearby... we wanted to check him out because he was so cute, but after learning that he's been without a snuggly home for so long, we knew we had to have him. Plus, he's pretty freaking lovable. :) We got to play with him for a while on Saturday.... so cute!

Next up, kitty treehouse!

I love the kitty!

Just buy a tall entertainment center and a china cabinet. It'll be more functional to you two. :p ;)

I am sososooooo ready to go home and relax. But no, I can't relax. Tonight is gym night, for both of us. He needs to go to TaiKwonDo and I need to go to the gym. I am just too darn tired to think of doing anything.

I did find out that the cops showed up about 15 minutes after I called it a night. She was going to take pictures of her lawn and go to the house where she thinks the kids live. I thought I saw the car this morning, but I couldn't be sure. She got a partial liscense plate number last night, but I was too far away to see anything other than the mess they were making in her yard.

I'm feeling sleeeeeeeepy... verrrrrry sleeeeeeeeeeepy...

But no rest for the wicked... I'll have just enough time to walk the dog, eat and change clothes before I have to head up to Anaheim for rehearsal. Man, my ankles are killing me and I'm going to dance tonight?

I'm still shocked and appalled that they weren't just begging for your neighbor's forgiveness...

Ugh.

I have a game tonight. I don't want to go.

Satan just knocked on my door, asking to borrow a parka.

:eek:

Assuming you are talking about the Ducks, I would be happy to go in your place.

I thought Satan already had a fur coat? To say nothing of the knocking and asking. Moved up from toe nibbling?

I have a sudden hankering for a plate of hot pancakes with peanut butter and syrup. Damn MSN for their pancake photo!

:cakes: