Rusty and that scrawny pregnant orange tiger cat have some kind of psychic bond....

he has to go potty. and here comes that damn cat strolling casually around the curve to distract him. coincidence? you know how I feel about coincidences. today is a busy day off. getting my truck inspected, drinks with Ann, have to wash and gas up the car, buy some bags of ice to throw in freezer, travel Pepsi and water. pack for a ghostly weekend. load up The Highlander. the grands are all getting Fiesty Pets for Christmas. a goat for Zerelda, unicorns and a pegasus for Coralie, Millie, and Violet, a pug for Ian. and now there are BOOKS to tell you all about them! I can just see Ian reading to his sisters about their Fiesty Pets likes and dislikes. like a librarian at story time. but he'd be soooooooooooooo much more antimated.