Wednesday, February 03rd, 2010 | Author:

Last night, my lap looked like this, and all was well in my life.

Today, there’s not a cat to be found.  They’ve all been delivered to the vet, so three kitties don’t become nine kitties … or thirty six kitties … or.  Well, you get the idea.

Now, my brain knows this is necessary.  My brain acknowledges that by God’s grace they’ll be back tomorrow, warming appropriate places, terrorizing others, and making me laugh.

Today, though, my lap is bereft.

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2 Responses
  1. Rebecca says:

    They have gotten so big! :D

  2. akagaga says:

    You should try carrying all three of them in one kitty carrier. I have to use two hands!