Let's see, to begin with, I have a pair of "draft doggies" in front of the back door to keep the draft out (or at least attempt to). Here's one:
Why is there only one in the photo when there are two doors? I'll tell you in a single word: Billy.
Billy is Jeffrey's brother and since Jeffrey died, Billy has decided to take over the role of my "shadow" and "office manager." While Jeffrey would sweetly do things like sit behind my computer monitor or patiently request to sit in my lap while I typed, Billy has decided to take a more interactive position. Observe here as he "helps" a picture as it comes out of the printer:
Or here as he "helps" me use the mouse:
Anyway, back to the draft doggie. In the last few days we've had some warmer weather, although today is a little on the cooler side. Apparantly Billy decided that cool temperatures or not, the draft doggies needed to go because while I was sitting at the kitchen counter using my lap top, I heard a rustling noise behind me. I turned to find Billy running away with one end of a draft doggie in his mouth, the rest between his legs.
Billy's about 13 pounds and has not an ounce of fat on him. He's got gigantic double paws with opposable thumbs that he knows how to use quite well, especially when it comes to taking treats from the other cats.
The draft doggie is about a pound and a half or so and despite Billy's size, I was stunned to see a cat drag something so awkward and heavy. Before I could get my camera, Billy had the draft doggie on the stairway landing...
...and shortly thereafter all the way upstairs:
Naturally the other cats were fascinated, even when it rolled back down and Billy had to go retrieve it again:
After that "excitement," I put a load of laundry in. Imagine my surprise when in the 20 minutes I was in the basement a construction crew unloaded a wall of gravel in front of my driveway:
So much for going over to my business partner's office this morning.
I suppose things could be worse. At least I'm not suffering acid burns from my shower like the residents of Spencer, MA. Evidently a chemical was accidentally released into the town's water supply. Toxic Avenger, anyone?
And hey, I also don't have to trudge behind Miss Massachusetts on the streets of Boston like this woman here:
I took this picture in front of the state house a couple days ago while driving with my friend. Random random.
Life's not so bad. ^_^