It's fun to watch Robby give himself a sponge bath. His tongue is the sponge, of course.

Now, how was that for a fabulous blog? I've been doing that thing I don't do very often...housework. Yes, condensing A LOT of housework into a very small time capsule. More to follow tomorrow...housework, that is. I give up tonight. But let it be said, the computer desk is unrecognizable (cleaned up and completely devoid of anything interesting to a cat), and Robby is saying, What, may I ask, are you doing? He is in for a rude awakening, Where are all my play things? Jazzi knows company is coming, she stuck to me like glue all night. When the frenzied cleaning starts, Jazzi knows something's cookin', and it ain't meatloaf.

Cheers,
KEM