Who needs kids?

It has been the week from hell. I don't know if it's the weather or the planets or what. But it's sort of been busy and hectic and crazy. I have been on ten hour days at work all week, dealing with order that do not want to play nice. Jeremy has been a big ol' grumblin' gus all this week. I've been having horrible dreams...zombies and car wrecks into rivers.

*sigh*

I am just ready for it to be over.

Anyway, we are worn out...naturally. And while I was getting dinner ready tonight (that's right..I was making dinner) Jeremy came into the kitchen and just leaned against the counter. Now, I know I have mentioned before how great my husband's hugs are. They can cure nearly anything. So, I decided that maybe HE needs a hug. As we are standing there in the kitchen, hugging, sharing a nice..calm..silent moment, Squeak starts meowing at us. Mood interrupted.

Squeak is out humongous panther like cat. I have never known a cat to talk as much as he does. And I don't mean just meowing..our other cats do that. No, Squeak is really talking to you. There is a lot of different noises that he makes..at different volumes with different pitch. Ask anyone that knows Squeak...they all know exactly what I am talking about.

So, Squeak breaks the silence to tell us all about his day. And then Lola starts licking Jeremy's toes.

Not a moment of peace in this house.