We are all scairt and hiding. Something crazy is going on. All the furniture is moving around and the big sucking monster is out on the prowl. "Junk," as Momma calls it, is coming out of closets and being put into black plastic bags. There is a big box going to the kitty shelter thrift store. There is a huge new picher box and all sorts of wires, running hither and yon. Momma said to Daddy, "remember when you just plugged the cord into the outlet and turned the knob to seven?" (They only got one channel, back in the dark ages.) Now, they have hundreds of channels and they are always saying, "there is nothing on."
The kittens that the Big Lady Daughter adopted from our shelter, arrived safe and sound in Winnemucca, Nevada. They have been named Nitro (black) and Turbo (calico.) The Big Lady Daughter said she is "baby proofing" her house.