Those of you who know me well know that I have a serious infatuation with lingerie. Tonight, I was forced to throw away what had been one of my favorite pairs of underwear due to a tragic elastic accident.
I'm trying to weed out the collection anyway (sob).
Bitsy and Levi are visiting for the weekend. So far, Bits is continuously upset by all the noise of an apartment with thin walls, and levi has settled in admirably (as a kitten should - they're young and adaptable). Benny is acting cool towards them, but he'll warm up. He loves them, really. He's just mad I think.
The purpose of this visit is to ascertain whether or not I need to buy/rescue/steal another cat for myself. Because Frankly, Benny has been a shit as an only furchild. He is such a good cat, I just can't explain it unless it's that he's lonely after being part of such a big crowded family for more than a year. As of now, all signs point to yes. So if you know of kittens needing a good home, please keep me in mind.
I'm gonna go to Tongie tomorrow, and meet up with mom and dad and the whole crew. Apparently Garrett's coming up too, which makes Joni like, superduperamazingly happy.
And when I come home, I'll be coming home with my
bed.
That's right folks, my bed. And that makes me superduperamazingly happy.