Good gravy, I almost forgot to blog today.

Two quick Robby quips and that's all I'm good for.

Sitting at the computer in the kitchen, I suddenly heard an unusual clamoring coming from the far end of the living room, but quickly moving in my direction. Robby had jumped up on the shelf in the living room where I had set his muskrat fishing pole. He had grabbed the muskrat in his mouth and then charged off the shelf with, of course, the line and pole following behind him. He made a dive for his wretched little hole on the floor next to the dishwasher. What is he, a mouse?

Mike came home really late from a business dinner. He sat down on the dining chair sideways, and Robby, who is naughtily jumping on the table and regularly being deported to the bathroom during meals, jumped up on the table and then somersaulted down all over Mike. His landing position was comical, of course. Mike had his ankles crossed, and Robby's little head parked right at the cross, that's all you could see, the rest of him being hidden by Mike's feet. So, I'm looking at Mike and see this tiny kitten face, and that's all, wedged between his ankles, staring out at me.

I'm actually going to be ending my post here and now. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, it's 2:59, I almost didn't make post.

Hastily,
KEM