I've just returned from a long weekend in Michigan, celebrating my parents' 50th anniversary with all of the kids, grandkids and any other relatives we could rope in. I arranged to have a friend look after Don Juan and Zerlina while I was away, in my home (she has two cats and a d*g).

I wasn't able to get to the locksmith I usually use to make extra keys for her, so I had keys made at a hardware store, then took them straight over to her. BIG mistake. I got a frantic call from her on Saturday, saying she couldn't get the keys to work. My landlord lives out of the area, and would not be on the property at all.

I wasn't that worried, as I had fed the kitties before I left Friday morning and they had plenty of water. When I got home, they were all right thank G*d and Bastet, just hungry. And SOMEONE had peed and pooped all over my desk. (I suspect Don Juan.)

I've got a rehearsal tonight after work. Let's hope they don't think I'm abandoning them again. And let's hope that Don Juan is just mad at me, and not trying to tell me he's not feeling well.

Liz bad mom