So I’ve done a lot less writing than I intended to do. Went to see The Hobbit and then washed some cats.
Yes, it was an excuse to not write. No, it’s not some make believe excuse. The cats were really dirty and smelly. And now they hate me. Here’s raggedy cats what won’t stay still for towels or hair dryers. At least I got most of the water off them…
Icarus wouldn’t stay still for a photo. Spook was sulking and Skitter refused to come out of hiding. Guess I can’t blame them.
