After paying bills last week, I'm living on fumes until my next paycheck. Monday after work, I reluctantly broke out a credit card and bought the following necessities:

CAT food
CAT treats
CAT litter
CAT litter deodorizer

Yes, you read right. NOTHING for me, the one who works and struggles to keep a roof over our heads and food in our bowls.

And how do the little fuzzballs repay me? Tuesday morning, Don Juan and Zerlina are engaged in their morning race-around-the-apartment-and-wrestle session. Zerlina leaps onto the kitchen table and lands smack in the middle of my bowl of Frosted Flakes and milk.

She then spent several minutes removing every last drop of milk from her fur , but left me with the job of cleaning up milk from the table, chair and floor, plus picking up flakes.

Naturally, I still coo to her, return forehead bumps, rub her tummy when she requests....

As I said in another thread, it's them that own US.

Liz