Spring Be Here!!!

I am V'lu dammit.

Today was a very nice day. Mama kept the door and windows open and we charged around and got into fights and made a lot of noise and annoyed Mama. Somebody (I'm not naming names) knocked a frying pan off the dish drainer and almost gave Mama a heart attack! Mama put out some bread in the birdfeeders on the front step but so far, no takers. Tomorrow morning, I bet.

I got sprayed three times for "bullying". Mama likes to make it like its a hockey game around here sometimes...but nobody's been put in the penalty box (bathroom) for a long time.

Mama's reading: Andrew Klavan's "Shotgun Alley", which is a little violent and hasn't made much sense yet (and she's one third into it) but she's gonna plug along at it. Its a detective novel of sorts.

Mama's zoning out to the melodic sounds of:

I was an impossible case
No-one ever could reach me
But I think I can see in your face
There's a lot you can teach me
So I wanna know..

What's the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What's the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me please, 'cause I have to know
I'm a bashful child, beginning to grow

--- ABBA, "The Name of the Game"

purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr(inhale)rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr etc
V'lu