Meet the new additions ...

This is Gladys.  She's really really tiny.  Not a problem.  I seem to have no trouble with fattening up the folks around me.  Whether they need it or not. 

Tucker and Joe.  Yes, Joe is just as satsified as he appears in this photo.  He explores, he pounces, he plays with the toy that he has insisted upon keeping under my desk.  And he loves to be carried about.  That works great for Tucker, he loves carrying his cat. 

He is convinced that everything Joe does, he only does because Tucker taught him. Earlier Tucker said, "Look how I've trained him to enjoy being scratched behind the ears." 

Momi is bsuy today hauling boxes to storage.  I've lived for a month with stuff so piled up in the apartment that it's almost impossible to just walk through.  I still can't find everything --- the lid to the blender.  What's up with that!?!  Why would anyone pack the lid to the blender in a different box than the blender was in?

Anyway, I'm doing my best to solve that issue.  I will have order or I will have death.  Not necessarily my death, but I'm thinking might as well have murder to go with the mayhem.  For the good of humanity, I need to get some organization here.

Oh, and I'm still happy. 

PS - Go Hawgs!  Whooooooooooo Pig, Soooooie!