It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas...



Brrrrr.




Happy 3 Months Little Bit.



Time to break out the humidifier...

After an interesting Thanksgiving in Kentucky where I was at the peak of being sick, we came home and spent a week recovering, hence my lack of updates.  I don't know if Bradley was all out-of-sorts because of a growth spurt or if she just had the ick funk too, but we're all un-snot-clogged and excitedly anticipating the holidays. 

Finger Lint...

I know I should enjoy bath time for Bradley, but I don't.  So...poor gal doesn't get them too often.  I know it's time when I unfold her clenched fists to find lint in all the creases.  She's a good sport about it.

Quaaack.

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Kitty Kitty...

I think I would describe myself as a cat enthusiast.  Certifiably.  This little neighborhood cat may or may not have owners, but she sleeps in my flowerbeds and has become my latest worry with the dropping temperatures.  Well, I should say, she now sleeps in a box on my porch.  Frank won't let me bring her in; he thinks I'm a cat hoarder... but because he won't let me bring her in, he is very supportive of the food bowl that is also now on my porch.  I know, it's ridiculous.



Bogey and Sam aren't sure about my fraternization.

  

Meow.