What is going on down there!?

John hasn't let the kittens have run of the house yet, so the basement is very mysterious to them, especially when they hear us playing ping pong down there, laughing and swearing and yelling. And having super long rallies! Ha ha!  Isis is spying under the door. And the girls like to push their cat toys (their favorite is a crumpled up red wrapper from a tea bag), under the door.

A kitten tangle-up.

It's hard to tell which body part goes with which kitten sometime.

Dad is doing  OK. Mom said they made it to church today. He has been taken off coumadin. One doc said if he stays on it he could bleed out. The other doc says if he goes off the coumadin he'll have a stroke. Depressing thoughts. 

Dieting sucks. Annoying drama at work, thankfully not in my office, but it still has me riled. And my knee hurts again.

Big old raspberry and signing off.

Kay