This is Roo. He was tortured mercilessly the other night. More than once. The first time was when my daughter, who was supposed to be sleeping, apparently got out of bed and decided to try to wash Roo.

He appeared on my lap with a wet, matted head and back. Immediately suspecting my daughter I headed upstairs to interrogate her. She said that she had been washing her hands and they had dripped on Roo...alot. Help.

So I grabbed a towel and Roo and went back downstairs to try to dry him off. That's when I noticed. The bubbles. That's why his fur was matted. There was suds in it. After more interrogation I was told "just a little" soap was applied. Uh huh. Sending Katie back upstairs to bed, I attempted to take Roo into the washroom to rinse him off. Mental note: prepare better when about to place cat in water. A couple scratches later and no improvement since the water never got warm enough for me to use, I gave up until JC got home. It took two of us to get him under the water and rinsed off. He stopped speaking to us for a night. It was such a peaceful night....


















These are the flowers that Katie and I made tonight with paper and pipe cleaner. No, I did not think of that myself, it came in a kit. And I know it has nothing to do with the cat, but they were colorful and I liked them. LOL