You're right -- it's a heavy responsibility to be a mommy to a fur-baby, especially a smitten one like my love-sick Livvy. Since we are at opposite ends of a continent, isn't it lucky that Olivia can't push the buttons on a phone and run up the phone bill mewing to your cutey-pie Oliver? Whew, dodged a big one there!

I rather thought a certain operation awhile back would have simplified life in this love-sick regards, but when a certain young hunk is in question ... she just goes whippy tail with excitement ...


Re. the age thing, we've talked it out and a thirteen month difference is really nothing, although she's relieved that he is respectably deep into his teenage months.

A certain fuzzy someone is blowing kisses to your young lad. [And is sooooo mad that I'm turning the computer off while I go gallivanting this weekend. I think she'll miss Oliver more than she'll miss mommy. Love from O. to O. across the miles.]

P.S. Her eyes are Thompson grape green although they look amber in this photo. Sometimes her eyes look teal when she drools over Oliver's photos, a sign that worries this mommy somewhat!

[ October 24, 2001: Message edited by: AmberLee ]