We got home safely a few nights ago.
London, Tara an’ I. Poor London, she seemed all out of sorts on the trip home. I mean, more than usual. I guess she really made a friend out of
Melaka. Buff was a little anxious to see me, apparently
Xand told her that if she’s gonna do a full on assault on
ex-mayor Wilkins she was better off havin’ us around.
I’m amazed she decided to wait at all...
Tara an’ I have been all extra-snuggly since we go back. Which is a very welcome distraction from the fact that I’ll hafta be looking for a job sometime soon. Though we’re financially sound until November.
I wonder if the girl’s have gone on their shopping expedition? I’d hate for Tara to have missed that. Aw, our
Dawnie’s all grown up.
You know, since we got back I’ve been noticing this weird sound coming from the basement. I’m startin’ to think Miss Kitty’s trapped down there or something (I’m not sure if I’ve even seen her since we got back). Maybe
Mr. Gordo’s walkin’ around again. You know, for an inanimate object, he does seem to get around a bit.