I apologize to everyone who's missing. I was so hoping that our two new cats were growing up, I would take pictures and make everyone happy.
There was a problem - we started repairs in the house. Ira wanted to hang the marquise (a tent over the veranda from the sun). They started hanging - oh, rotten column by the veranda. All right, replacement veranda. Thaaaak, the veranda bordered the house - uh, replacing the 4 lower crowns. Yeah, well, the floor is also there. And you have the roof of that... Change the roof, the whole thing. The builders -- er, well, people with extra chromosomes -- bought and put in a windshield that's 35 degrees on rooftops. We only found out when the roof was installed. They made me redo it. They were hysterical for a few days, but remade. Then a huge overspending came out and they tried to escape into the fog. Not only do I have problems, but they have problems too
And then the neighbor got drunk, took the axe, and got close to what happened, my car. Now we have to deal with that. Guess who he is by profession?? Lawyer! Teacher! A few top men!
Ohhhh. In general, we are alive, but only partially. Not to new photos, even though pussy and grow very affectionate.
It is interesting that we had the smallest and for some reason shy. I wore it for weeks, ironing it. Now more than a second cat, calm as a tank, but still likes to sit in my sweater.