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.