Well, it's been an exciting week, and only one tipped-over silk tree, one felled lamp and one cat to the fix-it place. (That was Elliott, scheduled for a routine checkup and shots, but you should have seen those new little boys fly when they caught a glimpse of the troll box!) And of course the near-constant hissing and swatting from She-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless at anyone foolish enough to venture within one mile.
Here's what we look like at dinner time. S-W-S-R-N dines on the counter because she is a princess, don't you know.
Guess who belongs to the Clean Plate Club??
Have a fun weekend, everybody!