Hi Everyone!

Last night I went upstairs to get ready for bed. Robby was enjoying his privacy downstairs. But then I heard a magnificent CRASH! It scared me silly. I ran downstairs and Robby, in the process of dragging his fishing pole off the kitchen counter, knocked over the jar of change. You know. The jar of change that is supposed to be shaken in his face and scare HIM silly so he'll associate "scary" with kitchen counter? That jar? HE scared ME with it. He beats all, as Barney Fife likes to say. Wish I could have seen if his own antics drilled any fear into him. I doubt it. Let's get real.

My mother-in-law says he looks smart. I don't doubt he's smart, either.

Oh dear, in PetSmart today there was a DARLING kitten. I mean, Postkard Kute Kitty. Whoa. You never. It was so unusual looking, it's markings. I wanted to get it for Robby, but I'm supposed to get a kitty his age or older for a kittymate and this kitty was definitely way younger. Besides, I am going out of town tomorrow. And I'm staying in a bed and breakfast in a tiny town in Georgia tomorrow night. The innkeeper sounds like a hoot and a half. FUN TIME!

I'm not the least bit packed or ready to go. So, Bon Voyage. I won't have a computer for a few days to blog, but I'll try to sneak in a blog here and there when I get to my sister's.

Please say prayers for Robby and Jazzi while I'm away. I mean, say prayers for me, hope I survive.

I repeat, Bon Voyage,
KEM P.S. One of Robby's favo activities is to sit and keenly observe while I scoop his litter box. He helps, of course.