“Yes, I want to perpetuate the heating pad thing with the next twelve cats.”
Ouch. I wonder if it’s going to be twelve cats at once, or if we’re going to be stringing them out.
For those who are wondering, Mr. Mayhem, all twenty years of him, is still with us, still deaf and blind. Every day is an adventure for all of us. Yesterday, he snuck out and ended up across the street, which is fortunately a quiet street. We were all confused, from us searching frantically to Peeper muttering about how he hadn’t gotten himself lost permanently.
He’s not nearly as cranky as he looks.
