Geez.  I thought I had it bad.

While yes, it’s been a few weeks since I finished reading the Twilight series, I still find my mind wandering back to the stories and Edward still makes appearances in my dreams on occasion, and I may or may not find myself checking the online fan sites for news on Robert Pattison (actor who plays Edward), watching the movie trailers over and over and I may or may not have ordered through Netflix the 4th Harry Potter movie, as Robert Pattison is in it, and I seem to recall lending my copy out a while back and I just HAD to see it.  As I said, I may or may not have, I’m pleading the 5th.  Oh, and while I have decided my next car will be a shiny silver Volvo S60, I have not stopped at any of the dealerships I’ve passed, even though I’ve suddenly found myself thinking my car should totally be about to kick it and needs replacing.  I’m not THAT crazy after all.

Or am I???  I thought surely, this was just my OCD and I’m the only nutcase out there so taken with these books.

Then my sister called me earlier this week.

‘What did you do to me??????  I can’t stop reading!  Fran’s mad because I’m reading all the time and I feel like I’m being a bad mother, but I HAVE to know what happens!’

Yep, she’s got it bad - probably worse than I have it.  In vain attempts to not race through the fourth book she decided Wednesday to focus on getting ready for my nephew’s rescheduled birthday party today and not start reading again until it was over.

Last night, she confided she had gone back and reread some chapters in the previous books that she read too fast, and she’s been to all the myspace and online sites… this morning?  She called to guiltily confess she ‘cheated’ and had started book 4, then stopped and just started reading book one again.

Bwahahahahahahahahhaaha - I guess it runs in the family. :)  I told her perhaps the reason I was able to resist the obsessive urge to instantly start over when I was done, was mostly because I feared that would be my OCD getting out of control - but shit, if someone who doesn’t have it feels the same compulsion, I guess I’m not so nuts.  Oh, I also said (because I’m the little sister and it’s my job to be a little shit) ‘You know, seeing as I’m still single - I think it’s knowing I still have a chance to find my Edward that made it okay to put the books down - you, you’re married, so you’re screwed.  No vampire for you!’

Bwahahahahahahahahahhaahahaha

My mom is reading the series as well, albeit it a bit slower - she’s only through book 2.  I loaned her copy of book one to my manager to read this weekend and book one has made an appearance in the Big D as well to make the circuit once Tammy gets through it, and I’m going to have to apparantly steal back my copy of book one from my sister, as she was supposed to loan it to our friend down the street when she was done, but told me she told her ‘You’re going to have to buy your own copy’ and said I might not be getting it back either.

Anyone else been ‘bitten’ so badly?

Oh, and if you’re wondering, this is Edward:

nom nom nom nom

Okay people, it’s pet peeve time!

After sitting in traffic for over an hour tonight, I needed to pop into the store to get 6 things.  I’ll do my bigger shopping later in the week, but needed these few items to get by.

I roll up to the 15 items or LESS line and what do I see in front of me?  A lady with about 90 items piddling along.  Of COURSE, she had lots of coupons too.

Gah.  Hate.  Stab. RUDE!

I get it - it’s Monday and it’s busy, but why do you feel so priveledged that you can hold everyone else up?  The checker girl was new and obviously flustered, but was trying to sack the ladies stuff as fast as she could.  Hey - if I were new I’d probably be worried that if I called out a line cheater that I’d get in trouble or yelled at, so I can relate.

I was patient and held my tongue as the lady had her young daughter with her.  However, another lady rolled up behind me with at least 40 items (that’s where I lost count).  She was alone and old enough to know better and the two people behind her with only a couple things looked equally as irked as I was.  After the first lady was gone and the checker was ringing me up, I couldn’t help but laugh and ask her ’I guess 15 or LESS is just a suggestion to some people.’

The offender behind me shot me a dirty look (but didn’t say anything), while the guy behind her chuckled.  Bite.Me. 

There were plenty of regular lines open and it’s just RUDE to hop into the shorter line and hold everyone else up.

Or am I just unusually bothered by these things as my OCD makes me count all my items and even if I’m just a few over, I’ll go to the regular line?  What say you?

Sigh.

Last night after what seemed like a really long day at work, which was odd as it was my first day back all week, feeling the full weight of the exhaustion from the events of the whole week, I headed to my sister’s house for a nice, relaxing evening.

Once I arrived, I greeted the kids then I went out back to check on the new fence and newly removed tree and noticed my BIL and neighbor still messing with part of the fence.  Then I HAD to pee.  I’d been sitting in traffic for an hour after all…

So there I am sitting in the bathroom, when I hear banging on the back door - loud banging and yelling.  Then I hear my sister yelling at the kids to go outside a second later and the neighbor, Eddie, yelling for me.  Of course, being indisposed my first reaction was give me a break, I just need a minute - geez!  I yell back ‘WHAT?’ and get the suprise reply, ‘GET OUT ASAP!!!! WE HIT THE GAS LINE!!!!’  Oh shit.  It’s not like I can just jump up and run, although I was up and out of there in lightning speed (damn OCD - I did pause to wash my hands and grab my purse) and flew out of the house and across the street with all the dogs, kids and neighbors.

Only then, was I happy to realize I had remembered to pull up my pants in the mad dash.

There was frantic running to and fro, making sure the kids were safely inside across the street, the dogs all in the neighbors back yard, knocking on doors up and down the block and the street behind us while everyone braced for what was sure to be a very loud and devastating BOOM as the smell of the gas and the loud ‘whooshing’ sound of it escaping surrounded us.

Frantic calls to 911, then the energy company and to neighbors we counldn’t find followed.

I was honestly more frightened than when the hurricane blew through, and did my best to keep my composure while my heart pounded through my chest and so loud in my ears I couldn’t hear.  After the first minutes passed by and Eddie tried to reassure us the houses weren’t going to suddenly explode, things got a little calmer.

The fire truck arrived first, and the firefighters went out back to check on the situation and then the energy guy showed up to also assess the situation and call in a crew to repair the damage and to put up stakes and yellow tape around the ruptured gas line.

Then, we settled in to wait.  You see, being that most crews in Houston are allocated to other areas with downed power lines and Galveston, there wasn’t a repair crew readily available, but the situation was under control, and since only the gas line and not a sewer line was ruptured, after turning off the power in the homes, everything was safe.

So, here we all were again, one week later, sitting outside sweating while the impending disaster played out.  So much for a relaxing night.

My sister’s neighbors are so great.  Just as before and after Ike, they once again came together and set up shop cooking in one neighbors and entertaining the kids, while we all sat outside, and relieved that the danger had past, started joking about how unhappy the neighbors were going to be that we shut the gas and interrupted power. :P 

About 2 hours after the initial line break, the crew finally made it out to repair the damage:

 I found it hillarious, that my sister’s next door neighbor’s wife made it a point to tell the crews not to knock down the fence they had just rebuilt, cuz surely having to fix the fence again would be much worse than worrying about the houses blowing up. 

Everything was taken care of and the line was fixed and things were safe again by 10 pm.   I think all of us were relieved that the news crews were too busy elsewhere that they couldn’t be bothered to come out to showcase the stupidity of people trying to hurridly fix things without taking the proper precautions.  ‘Hi mom! Hi dad!  Are you proud of us now?’

So much for a nice relaxing evening inside enjoying the recently restored power and AC. :P  I did make a point to call my sister this afternoon on my way into the HSPCA to not try to destroy anything else while I was at the shelter.

Kat - who is tired yet again, after a long day at the HSPCA trying to help people find their rescued pets and help people find animals to foster while we look for their owners, who was thrilled when late in the day I found in a late day transport from Galveston, the cat of a sweet elderly lady who was so distraught when it wasn’t there earlier today when I first arrived.  Tonight, I’m staying home in my no drama apartment.

I’m finally home, as my power got turned back on today.  It is so good to know tonight I can sleep in my own bed again, especially since I have to go into the office for awhile tomorrow.  At least my company was gracious enough to not force everyone to come back in while things were still so crazy.

The night of the storm and the following days/night without power before the cool front came through were miserable.  My sister’s neighbor used up his gas to run a power converter in his garage so that some fans could be plugged in and the kids could get some cold air and also power a small tv and video game to keep them occupied.  Later on, we put them in my sister’s Armada and turned on the AC and let them watch dvd’s on the car dvd player.  That night, I backed my car into the driveway across the street and turned on my headlights so there was some light.  The most frustrating part of it all was trying to keep the kids comfortable and occupied, as they didn’t understand all of what was going on and being so young - it was very hard on them, espcecially with the heat on Saturday and Sunday.  Between my sister and her neigbor there was a 4-month old, a 3 year old, a 4 year old, 5 year old and 8 year old.  I’m grateful that my sister and BIL put me up for two nights and then my parents thereafter.

My apartment is a little funky, but nothing that can’t be fixed.  I came home Monday to throw out all the food in my freezer and fridge, which was not pleasant, but what can you do?  It could always have been worse.  My heart goes out to those of you who are still in the dark and I hope you get your power back soon! 

The store by me was open today as well - non-perishable only right now, so I got some more spaghetti-o’s and those homestyle bake meals where everything is included and some bread, tuna and easy-cheese and crackers.  Oh, they had beer too.  Priorities people, it’s been a long week.

Thankfully, in between coming home to check on my place and the cats and spending my days at the HSPCA, I was able to sleep comfortably at my parent’s, who had power, on my nehpew’s old mattress, that while too short for me, was still so very comfortable as opposed to the couch at my sister’s I slept on while sweating like a crazy person for two nights (um, sis, you might need to wash the throw pillows I used to sleep on… sorry bout that. ).  I learned that I can only go a max of 4 nights without quality sleep or a full night at that, as Tuesday I had reached my breaking point and had a bit of a meltdown and came home, then after opening my windows all the way collapsed on my bed for a good two hours of sleep.

Yesterday my mom and I got over to my aunts house and brought her some supplies - water, a couple bags of ice and a new lantern and some batteries, and some other food we scrounged up as well as her favorite - hot dogs from Coney Island - the one in Katy was open.

I imagine, after a solid night’s sleep and whatever time at work I spend, I’ll probably be back down at the HSPCA, they need a lot of help right now to.   Now, don’t get all uppity on me saying that people need help to - they do, and I understand that, but as a volunteer and being that I am trained already to handle the animals and their needs, I’m going where I can best help - remember, a lot of these animals are people’s pets that were lost/left behind and are hurt and scared.

Monday and Tuesday I mainly hand fed baby squirrels.  600 were brought in over 4 days and had to be fed around the clock.  The HSPCA is partnered with a wildlife rescue next door and kept the squirrels onsite until their power was back up.  Once they are all healthy and large and rehabbed, they will go back into the wild.

Yesterday, I spent all morning and part of the afternoon helping get all our animals shipped out to shelters in Waco, Plano and San Antonio, as the triage site in Galveston is now bringing in the rescued animals to the shelter.  Every cage had to be cleaned out and sprayed down several times with disinfectant to make sure the incoming animals would have the most sterile environment, especially since they’ve been exposed to so much out in the affected areas.  Not the most glamorous job - cleaning out hundreds of food and water bowls and scrubbing out then bleaching litter pans, but that’s what I do.  It’s not all kitty loving.

Here are a few pictures:

My sister’s backyard and the oak tree that thankfully fell away from the house:

Yes, the baby pool is still there, it was filled with water which is what kept it in place - odd, right?

Her’s and the neigbor’s fence:

My cats all crated up and ready to head to my sister’s house to hunker down:

Sort of makes me think of a song… ‘It’s the story, of a crazy cat lady… who was bringing up 4 cats all her own..’

Finally, a convoy of power trucks not far from my house that were out yesterday working hard to get power restored. 

Urgh.  I smell really bad.  I haven’t showered in two days and not having electricity did not help the situation.

I rode the storm out at my sister’s house.  While extremely loud and scary, it wasn’t too bad.  Her big tree in the back yard went down, thankfully away from the house and her fence is gone. 

I checked on my apartment yesterday and it survived also.  The only problem right now is the no power thing.  It’s hard to sleep when you’re sweating profusely, and in fact, I could really use a nap.  We had water for a little while yesterday but it went out again today. 

My dad was finally able to make it out to us to help get some stuff packed up and bring us back to my parents house to shower, eat some hot food and cool off.  Sis, BIL and I will head back home tonight, to keep an eye on things and the kids will most likely stay here.

So, all in all it’s going well, I’m just cranky, smelly and tired, but we have plenty of beer.  And ice.  So don’t you worry about me.  I currently have no plans to be working anytime soon as surely when the city is out of gas and food and there’s so much damage and flooded roads,  not to mention the widespread power outages, SURELY my office wouldn’t be open. :P  I’ll get pictures up later once I get back home, have power and am settled.

Next time, I’m going to Big D.

Sigh… and just like that, I’m done.

‘And so the lion fell in love with the lamb’  siiiigh.

I purposefully and forcibly made myself slow my frenzied reading so that I could really take in everything in the last book, and now, I am done.

Sigh, indeed.

As I previously mentioned, it’s been ages since I’ve been so completely taken over and engrossed in a book, let alone an entire series.  I do think it a bit lucky that I only stumbled upon this incredibly unique and amazing series after the final book had been published last month, so I could eagerly take it all in at one time instead of having to painfully wait and wonder until the last book was released.

Yet now, no matter how much I wanted it to keep going, I have reached the end.  I will not say if it ended the way I wanted it to or not, in the worry that others of you might still not have read the ‘Twilight’ series, or to ruin the upcoming movie experience based on the first book this November, but I will say, now that it has ended, I am feeling a bit more tied back down to earth as I should be. 

I will admit, while blushing a bit, that I was so completely taken into the story and the characters, that I feared I would never be able to just simply reach the end and then pick my life back up and return to reality, but for good or for bad, for happy ending or timelessly tragic ending, it has ended, and I do feel much more centered and back in reality.

After seeing the previews and glancing at the whispering articles in magazines about it’s upcoming premier and the reach the series had extended, to having my best friend Jen tell me how enraptured she was in the first book during her last visit, and then others, while extremely curious,  I had no idea that last week, when I picked up my shiny new copy of ‘Twilight’ that this series and the characters within them would take such a firm hold of me.  I was merely bored, being that the last few books I had acquired to read during the mundane lunch hours did not hold my interest.

Almost instantly, as if I had been ‘bitten’ as well, I was completely enraptured, my mind filled with the wonders and clear pictures and emotions the initial book and then the following three wrapped me up in completely.  Even my dreams were riddled with my utter joy and anticipation to find out what was going to happen next.

I had to placate my obsessive need to read - while doing so, put aside other obligations, as it was truly my ‘heroin’ fix, this last week to read more and find out more and eventually reach the end of the story - but, while trying to balance work and other obligations, by scouring the Internet to see if I was somehow strange in my reaction to this phenomenal series. 

Thankfully, I am not - and not only are there many young teen girls also caught up in the complete obsessiveness that the Twilight series creates, but many generations of people - MANY with active fan sites.  At least I have comfort knowing that even though this series did so completely pull me in, I’m stopping at being content, having reached the end of the story, versus starting websites and forums and clubs - not that there’s anything wrong with those who do.

I have to openly applaud Stephenie Meyer, the author, who started writing after a very vivid dream she had, as she is truly unparalled to other authors in her ability to not only write an engaging and vivid story, but to truly write the hardest of things to translate to readers - emotion and desire. 

I applaud her and thank her for bringing this breathtaking series to life, as I’m sure I’m not the only person out there who read this series and found, while not looking for it, that it was exactly what was needed to restart a heart that had all but given up hope on finding real love, or even being able to remember what is was like.  It was not an entirely easy journey to get through the books, but so many emotions were reawakened and so many senses, long dulled, I will forever hold this series as one of the top ten, if not THE best series I have ever had the pleasure to read.

I hope those of you who have not already indulged in this guilty pleasure, will, as it is not something to be missed.

Yeah, I know - I haven’t posted for a while… see, after hearing so much about it, I picked up a copy of ‘Twilight’ last week and have had my nose in a book as often as I could ever since.  Am I the only ridiculous person out there who after becoming engrossed in this book suddenly has a serious crush on a fictional forever 17-year-old vampire, who so far, is just the epitamy of what almost every woman wants in a man??  Sigh…. Edward, Edward, Edward… 

It’s been a long time since I’ve found a book or series that has captivated me and held my attention so much that I can’t read fast enough to find out what’s going to happen - although, ironically, because I do read so damn fast, it will all be over much sooner than I want for it to be.  Book one took 2 1/2 days due to work, and even with an outing with the singles cult all day Saturday in Galveston, I managed to get through books and 2 and 3 and start 4 over the weekend.  However, being that I am the obsessive type, and get so completely wrapped up in the world of the characters I read about - it’s probably a good thing I get through it fast, so the obsession doesn’t spin out of control.

I promise as soon as I’m all done, I’ll be more social. 

Oh - and the single cult’s trip to Galveston to see the Titanic artifact exhibit at Moody Gardens?  So.Much.Fun.  Not only was the weather actually enjoyable, but the group of people who were there were a blast!  The exhibit was really amazing and everyone got a real person’s boarding past and you could see if you lived or died at the end.  All but one in our group of 10 managed to survive… the lone victim said he must have been the one getting us all to safety. :P 

Good Lord.

Have you seen this show?  For some reason, ever so often, I get sucked into a marathon watching it, and a lot of the time, all I can think is: ‘These people are going to have an even nastier divorce!’.

Granted, I’ve never been married, but where as I know some people get so overly consumed with the ‘wedding’, it’s just a big party that should be a joyous event to celebrate the union of two people.  A fabulous wedding, does not make a fabulous marriage.

Don’t get me wrong, when I do walk down the aisle one day, I want it to be a big celebration, but a celebration for something great, not just a celebration for the sake of celebrating and certainly not to only showcase me.  I get it, the bride shines on her wedding day.

However, does that justify belittling your friends and acting like a horrid and ungrateful brat to your parents and family and as in most of these shows - your soon to be spouse?

Tonight is showcasing a three-episode following of a young 23 yr old girl and her even younger groom whom she proudly says she made ask her out, then told to propose to her and throughout the ‘joyous’ festivities she repeatedly tells him that after the wedding he will have no more contact with his friends, only hers and chastises her parents to a point that makes me just want to look away.  She told her bridesmaids, her friends, that they should feel priveledged she allowed them to be in her wedding while blasting one ‘friends’ hair for ‘looking like crap and a clown’, and then telling another one she bought a different and larger dress for her, although the same color, because she thinks she’s gained too much weight.

I get this is reality tv and that some over-do the crazy to make it better, but give me a break.

YES!  Your wedding day should be a wonderful event filled with tons of memories and hopefully as perfect as you imagined, but guess what?  EVERY weekend thousands of other people also get married and what’s really important at the end of the day, is not the wedding - that so many people feel obligated to show up for, rather than enthused, is that the marriage works.  Because if you ask me, it’s the marriage, not the wedding that matters - and that, is exactly why I have not walked down the aisle before. 

Not to mention, what is the point of having this ‘great’ wedding if when it’s over your family can’t stand you and your friends won’t talk to you?

All that as it may be, it does make for some fun tv viewing, and I for one, cannot turn away.  I just wish they did a semi-annual follow-up to show who made it and who’s locked in nasty divorces.

Okay, so I guess you’re all up to speed about the wee foster kitten Katy, who came to me through a former co-worker, who’s wife found her under one of those concrete dividers that line freeways, between the freeway and the feder road all at the wee age of about 4 weeks old, all by her lonesome.

After I took over her care and that of her ‘brother’ Jack, who they had also rescued, after two weeks with them and 3 weeks with me, Jack, was healthy and neutered and adopted out through the HSPCA last week. 

Katy, it turned out, had ringworm - a fungus, not an actual worm, that can spread in shelters to other wee kittens and to young children and be a bitch to treat.  Instead of opting to have her euthanized, I said I would take on the care of treating her for 30 days - medicine provided free of charge through the HSPCA as with any and all fosters, and for my cats as well. Dolce contracted it, but both Leroy and Sarabi have not.  Both Katy and Dolce are doing great and like their tuna flavored liquid medicine… which is accompanied with yummy wet food that my cats are not normally allowed, but the medicine needs fats to properly break down and work - as you can imagine, Leroy and Sarabi, who also get to indulge - are thrilled.

I’ve also mentioned that I’ve had some trouble getting Katy socialized.  She loves Dolce and adores my other cats, but has remained a bit skittish around me.  Granted, even with the daily medicine, the introduction of nightly yummy stinky wet food and fuzzy mice, have improved her attitude towards me. 

That being said, a lightbulb went off in my head yesterday when it occurred to me that most of the times I am able to pick her up without a fuss or chasing her all around to give her the medicine, has been when I came up from behind her.

It occurred to me, that might be because she simply cannot hear me approaching.  Now generally in cats, you find deafness occuring in solid white cats with blue eyes, and in my time at the shelter, while on the adoption floor, I have conducted a few tests of said cats only to find, they in fact, cannot hear.  (snapping fingers behind them, clapping, making loud noises when they aren’t looking - no reaction, then they turn around and are super suprised to see you)

Being that this is mostly a genetic disorder, and mostly in white cats - with varying degrees of probability depending on eye color, and Katy is a brown tabby with yellow eyes, I did a bit of research.  I found that in very young kittens, noise trauma can damage the ears and hearing ability - either partially, or totally.  Recall, I said Katy was found next to the extremely loud freeway.  It’s also possible the reason she was found alone, being so young, is that if not dumped there by some asshole who didn’t expect his cat to have kittens, the mother cat knew she was ‘defective’ and abandoned her - nature is cruel.

Last night, while Katy was out either eating or playing, I decided to test her.  From various locations - all of which had me out of her line of sight, I snapped my fingers, clapped my hands, yelled loudly and got no response of any kind.  My cats, sometimes didn’t care either, but most of the time looked at me very irritably and scurried off.

I emailed the foster coordinator and behavior specialist at the HSPCA about my concerns and both said it’s very possible she does have significant hearing loss (recovery with age is a possibilty, but not certain) or is deaf, which would explain in some degree the fact that she has never meowed and why, when surprised to see me, scampers off - even when I talk to her upon approaching.

It’s a bit hard to actually test kittens/cats for actual deafness other than the tests I mentioned above as hearing is one of their big traits and their ears usually ‘flicker’ to and from normally as that’s how they can be alerted to approaching predators, other than smell.  Granted, being deaf is not a death sentence to domesticated cats that stay indoors, as you just adjust to the fact that they don’t respond to vocalness as far as interaction and training goes. 

Also, in a lot of deaf cats, you get LOUD meowers as they can’t hear themselves, so the theory for now is the reason she doesn’t meow, is she didn’t learn it or might as well, be mute.  I saw her open her mouth while playing with Dolce today, as I’m intensely observing her, and what looked like something that should have evoked sound, nothing came out but a little squeak.

So, it seems, the more I learn about this wee baby who came to me, the more I feel it was meant to be that I keep her.  First, the 30-day ringworm treatment that will have her being a bit older than the uber-adoptable kittens I normally foster and return, as she’ll be bigger, second, with her being somewhat unsocial and skittish - again, not as adoptable to anyone with small children or who wants, in general, the standard uber-playful and loving kitten, and  third, one who might not be able to hear very well, if at all, who should NEVER be allowed outdoors on her own.

I can already hear the fallout of my deciding to keep her, mainly from my parents (love them!) about how I shouldn’t foster at all, because I get attached, and how adding yet another cat to my mix might scare away potential men, yadda-yadda-yadda…. but for me?  I can’t take a wee baby, who’s had so much in life against her and just give up on her because she’s not the magazine cover worthy adorable adoptable. 

Would you?

Kat - who already said she was planning to make room on the couch for Katy if need be, who now feels even more love for this poor, sweet baby who got such a bad start in life, even though none of it was her fault, and who is slowly starting to come around as far as not thinking I’m the boogey monster.

I know, I said I had uber-cute pictures to post and I’ve been slacking… in my defense, that tummy rumbling that took me down was just my turn to have the stomach virus that has been going around my office.  Urgh.  I made it into work Monday, and even though my manager who had the same thing a few weeks back actually suggested after lunch that perhaps I should go home as I was miserable and apparantly looked miserable too, I proclaimed, ‘Oh, I’ll be fine - I’m tough.’

Yeah, not so much.  Monday night I was in such agony I barely got any sleep and had to call in sick Tuesday, but after a day of sleep and diet sprite and really, really, really bland foods - I felt all better today! :) 

So, a bit late, here are some pictures from the party Friday night for my neice’s 3rd birthday and some bonus ones of - what else?  My cats being cute… mainly wee Katy, who while still not 100% sure about me, looooooooooooves Dolce and has become his permanent shadow… 

My girl Jen and my neice in their rockband - Jen got her the fairy outfit, which she loved!

My dad, being, well, my dad - now you know where I get it from.

Who doesn’t need to wear sunglasses when you have a whopping three bright candles on your cake??? (she had a larger mermaid cake at the kid party earlier that was divied up, but this was her special cake for the night party)

Such a pretty girl!!!!

Katy playing with a fuzzy mouse while Dolce looks on…

Two peas in a pod…

He moves - she moves…

They play together, eat together, hang out together and sleep together.