Unfortch, it was not Mary-Kate and Ashley. They are still at the shelter. I guess they got sick and if they’re sick, they have to be quarantined. I can’t even talk about it without getting choked up. Hopefully they will be adopted soon.

I think from now on I will avoid asking about any of our former fosters. I can’t deal with bad news.

I have some maybe-news that should brighten your poop-filled evening: I think my daughter’s friend adopted Mary-Kate and Ashley. I don’t know for sure, but she and her little sister got two new kittens from your shelter soon after you returned them. I know they are sisters and that they’d just come from foster care, but haven’t eyeballed them yet to confirm. In any case, if it is them, they’ve now got a wonderful home with two adorable, loving little girls who undoubtedly treat them like kittie princess. Oh, and their names are Fluffy and Susan.

Well, cleary it is nearly Christmas time, and the kittens were paid a visit by Mr. Hanky.

I don’t think I will ever stop laughing.

“Win A Date With Freakgirl!”
“Geekboy’s Top 10 Love Secrets!”
“Posh & Becks In Bathtub Poop Nightmare!”

Apparently the poopstorm this morning was only Chapter One of a multi-part series. I just cleaned up Chapter Three, and the kittens are enjoying a naptime intermission until, presumably, Chapter Four kicks in with a big musical number.

Le sigh.

Frontline didn’t seem to work here anymore, so we used Advantage a couple of months ago. And the whole time I was singing “There ain’t no bugs on me…” I think Ivon didn’t like me much anymore. :-)
And it was thanks to you, because I think you alerted me to that commercial when we visited youse guys.