Pigs out!

Yes, the cats are free to pillage the new digs. I sprayed the important new [vintage] sofa with some stuff that is supposed to foil them, but I'm sure even now they "taking rides" in the dishwasher and generally being dumbasses. No matter! They REALLY love the long staircase, which is good, as a) Biscuit/Marge is getting a bit arthritic-y in rear hips at 16 and b.) Picci has had no stair experience since she was a kitten, but immediately and brainlessly galumphed up and down like a pro! Sweet:

That's Bissy Miyake at the top and that seeming roadkill/sack of laundry halfway up is Picci.

NOW, all we have to do is get MARGO (our to-be-adopted dwarfy three year old) from current keepers and all will be well. Margo has an issue where she occasionally doesn't smell all that super. SCREW IT! So did our friends' cat Flora and we love her! When we house-sat for the owners in the summer, we weren't bothered at all, and were taken with her need for love. "No one gives me a lot of love 'cos I got the stank!"

Here is the Bride holding this third pig ca. fall 2006, and that baby has not grown scarcely an iota! AND I'm willing to take second, third and fourth mortgages to fly her around the world to find the vet with the secret cure for the odiferousness, only to learn that our own wise Dr Thorne had the cure after all! Probably!: