Kitties, my furs hurt.
It was a rockin' 2nd Annual 49th Birthday weekend. (My godmother called it that and ML is sticking with it.)
We gave ML what she wanted the most: we vacuumed the whole house. (We did not dust or give Mosaic Dawg a bath because...well...we exhausted ourselves sucking up so many feet of furs.)
And then she rearranged the ancient, dilapidated couches in hopes that "some of us" would move over to the other part of the room and leave her alone on Sadie's couch.
There is such a thing as false hope, Mr. Obama. Geriatrics don't like change.
There was no shortage of wine...
and no shortage of candy, Ben & Jerry's, or carrot cake.
In addition to sending ML a greeting a day for a whole week that included tons of great birthday photoshop art starring US, Zoolatry Human sent a photo of yesterday's graphic and THIS FRAME.
I would say something about someone's thighs and this frame, but I'm sure I do not have to.
We can not wait to show you what our Godmother got US for ML's birthday, but it will take a while to arrive.
Thank you for so many lovely comments and wishes and good thoughts on our blog.
It was a very nice weekend. Oddly enough, ML is far more chipper and excited and relaxed about her rite of passage than we ever believed her capable of.
That might change when the wine buzz and sugar high wear off.