Lita has entered a squirrel gettin' training school. Her frustration at not being able to get one has caused her so much anxiety and stress that I enrolled her in a nationally famous academy and her calls home report that she is doing well. She caught a moth yesterday.

Fayeroe is hurt. Deeply hurt. I was given a beautiful sofa and I won't let her lie on it. I got her a nice bed and she has rejected it. She is in therapy for "separation anxiety". Seems she always thought the sofas would be hers. The therapist says it is going to take awhile, but she plenty to work with.

TeddyJack is really confused about the neighbor who teases him through the fence. So, me, myself and I, put up a 6 foot privacy fence to protect Jack. It has calmed down somewhat and the next thing is for me to "not get mad, get even".....I'm thinking about stealing a cantaloupe or two from his garden.....that is if I can get over the fence and quietly. I tend to scream when I hurt myself.

Mikee has really upset a local Mockingbird and is constantly in fear of the kamikaze attacks. And this Mockingbird means business. Well, most Mockingbirds mean business. Mikee is wearing a little football helmet now to protect his head.

Timmee sleeps and eats.

Pearl is still neurotic and paranoid. She was born that way and we've lived together since 1999 and she still reacts every time she sees me. I'm going to check into kitty xanax soon.

Well, that's it from this hacienda on Sunday morning. Hope someone relates enough to giggle.......love, pat