Since I’ve been laid up, there hasn’t been a whole lot to do other than to make Janie angry by threatening to clean out her nightstand drawer where she hoards things like medication, nuts and writing implements.  I dug around in there and found our Flip camcorder and we spent several minutes Thursday night watching old videos of Gus when he was just a tiny guy, way back before we had to chase him down the hall to extract that giant piece of cat shit from his mouth.  Here’s one …

Gussy loves the beach ball we bought him last weekend. He chases it around the house, pounces on it and when it gets stuck in a corner, bites at it until he gets a good grip and carries it back into the living room where it deflates. This beach ball now has roughly 14 duct tape patches.

Our cat, Ducati, took it upon himself to attempt murder on Augustus this weekend. I was in the office when I heard skittering feet and knew that Gus was probably involved because he’d just wandered down that way. I walked down the hall and as I turned into the bedroom I watched Ducati scurry up onto the bed and hold his paws in the air, yelling I didn’t do nothing to no one! Murder was the case that they gave me, but I’m innocent!  I’m innocent. Gus …