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I know, I know.  Too many videos.   Today was my last day of ye olde jury duty and so I’m free to think about things other than how to appear crazy to the lawyers and judges so as to get out of jury duty.  Right now, however, I’m off to the Britney Spears concert, so this will have to do until tomorrow, when things are back to normal and maybe I’ll have something to say about how Britney Spears would get out of jury duty without even trying.

Also, if this …

Here is our precious Augustus Pullo.  Gus.  Gussy.  Gusolini.  Gustav. Gus Gus.  El Puche.  Tiny Pooper.
He’s starting to get crazy.  Right now he’s passed out after going on a chicken jerky bender and being slapped in the face by Ducati who DID NOT appreciate his sweet cuteness.  Earlier, this is what I was dealing with while trying to watch my stories:

Then, he barked, for the first time.  Well, technically not FIRST, because he does bark in his sleep from time to time.   This is his first bark while playing:

I don’t …

Carson is Harlow’s sister. She is affectionately known as Carson Carson or Missy Miss. She looks like she swallowed a basketball and sounds like she is on a regular diet of Marlboro reds and cheap whiskey. She is always hungry and always thirsty, but she doesn’t want anything other than her special diet cat food and water from that one faucet.

Carson’s hobbies include peeing outside of her box when she’s upset, ruining good furniture, scratching the carpet, pretending like we didn’t feed her five minutes ago, Interneting, …

Our cat Carson mysteriously contracted worms. She doesn’t eat rodents, doesn’t have fleas and never goes outside or has physical contact with animals who do, so it’s a mystery as to where she got them. Super-fun! But not as fun as trying to find a way to deliver three pills worth of medication to a cat with razor-sharp claws and a bad attitude. It involved a bathtub, turkey baby food and a syringe. Discovered it’s possible for a cat to growl and say “nom nom nom …