I'll be back shortly with a real post about the trials and tribulations of mowing.
But I wanted to ask you: Gus jumped over the broom several times this morning while I was sweeping the kitchen, does this mean we are married?
And in other earthshattering news: there was a fly in the house the other night!!!!
Yes, a fly. Gasp. Doing it's thing, flying about and landing here and there.
This is a huge event in the life of two kittens.
By the time I finally joined in the hunt, with a chair to stand on and a rolled up piece of newspaper to swat with, curtains were askew, the gold mirror was almost taken off the wall and Gus, my new husband(?) was hanging over the top of the rather large flat screen TV.
Me thinks it's going to be an exciting summer.