I don't have much to report today, except that Sunday, our kitty,
who, I call "kitty" more than I call her by her given name, Sunday,
snuck in the door while I was taking the garbage out and
explored the house.
I admit I let her stay in a little bit longer before kicking her out
because I love the idea of her roaming around the house.
But then I remembered she's just a kitty and will poop behind the
couch if I don't put her out.
It reminds me of when the Nies were babies in diapers,
and they'd hide behind beds and couches to poop.
I miss that.
Isn't that weird?
