Mom and Dad have been visiting for the past week. Last night when we were playing cards (it's sort of like Festivus without the pole: much airing of grievances and the occasional feat of strength–we had started the evening by seeing a community theater production of Chekov and were using lines from the play to describe our hands: "My shoulder just fell off." "I can't feel my left leg.") we heard a thumping and bumping and when I went to investigate I found this:
That would be a box with a tail sticking out. In my office I keep copy paper boxes for the girls to sit on, because the floors are cold, and when Mom was cleaning (I love having my parents visit) she stacked one, open side up, on the box that was under the desk. Sally apparently decided to climb into it and pulled it over on top of herself.
Instant moral quandary: rescue the cat or grab the camera?
Mom and Dad left this morning and the girls are happier because they get to have their own private bathroom again (they have to bunk with me when there are guests). In spite of Dad's aversion to cats he put in a screen door with glass that goes to the floor so they can see outside.
This weekend I'm going to the Southeast Animal Fiber Fair (Mom's last words before she left were "Don't buy any more yarn." Also they think I should knit on one project at a time instead of the…um, eight I have going now). I haven't been before, so I'm not sure what to expect, but I hear there could be BUNNEEZ! And yarn.