Happy Easter to all, and I hope you don't OD on chocolate.
 
For a week now I've been down (boy, do I mean down) with bronchitis, and
couldn't even go upstairs to the kids!  I'd walk through the room, face
almost completely covered and look at them-they'd be watching me with the
most pathetic looks on their faces.  My SO and daughter took care of them
for me during this time.  I'd have to walk by them just to get my fuzzy
fix.
 
I finally started to be able to be around them this past Wednesday, but was
really careful.  Yesterday I had the nine out and we did our version of
Riverdance.  Guess who wore out first, much to their disgust.  And it's so
funny, one of the new cats, Domino, loves to be up there with them.  He
hides under the bed and when they go by he jumps out and pounces on a tail,
which gets him chased.
 
This morning Larry cleaned for me upstairs and we turned the three out for
their romp.  So there I am with Misty and Socks, dancing away because I'd
winded myself the day before and couldn't dance with them then.  I tossed
them onto the bed which just sent them into further dancing.  Now, picture
this, Socks, the grand old man dancing his heart out and he went right off
the bed.  I was trying to get him and all I could see was his head and
front legs hanging one, then he slid on down.  Next thing I know I'm
getting leg bumped for more, put him on the bed and he wardanced all over
till he did it again!
 
Well, it's time to put up the three and let the nine out.  Have to make
sure there's no Easter bunny in the area, though!
 
Rebecca & the Crew of Merry Mayhem
 Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste
 good with ketchup
[Posted in FML issue 3030]