Missy is a doll. Toothless, old Missy. We don't know each other yet but we are off to a good start.
-added one more item to my cat-bag today. A pair of scissors. I hunted for scissors at one of my clients homes since I had to open a new bag of food and it required more than my hands. It didn't bother me that I had to look for them but it sure ticked off old Willow when she was very hungry and losing patience with me. Picture of her another day.
I moved the gifts downstairs today but placed them on a table for now. I thought they were safe but the sun shone on them and the big one became a kitty lounging spot.
Gary is still shopping. Ha! men kill me. I guess it's a male thing to wait 'til the last second and then pounce on the sales. "Good luck and I'm glad I'm not out there tonight."