Eins is inside for the first time in a few months. As I told my parents, I went outside with a broom to chase off a couple of big fat raccoons and brought her in. She is... unenthusiastic.

New clock has had the time set and the radio tuned to the local country station. (My old alarm clock that I've had for about thirty years, uh, I can't get the radio to turn off. Even with the bar in the 'off' position.)

The yearly ladybug house invasion has begun.

Arsinoe just threw my mostly-full can of coke to the floor. I barely got to drink any of it.

And then Scruffy somehow managed to get flypaper wrapped around his tail. It has been cut off him. Along with as much of the contaminated fur as I could manage.

The kitten from yesterday didn't make it and Mary's moved its sibling.

One of Mary's newborns managed to fall out of the cathouse she has them in. I originally thought it was dead, because it was just laying there, and the flies had found it, but then I saw it was breathing.

My life is made of kittens and cats. (And tea.)

Went downstairs and immediately got to go 'where did you come from?!' at a couple of new kittens outside the main front door. Momma brought over her litter of five kittens from wherever she had them stashed next door.

I got to have my leg hanging off the side of the bed when I was trying to sleep because of two two-pound kittens shoving my feet to the side of the bed.