Yeah I need to do a better job with the slops on the kitchen floor as the flunky maid here with a hard-working wife but near 6 p.m. the three cats at my house are looking for cat treats before taking a nap that prepares them for an overnight sleep. It was still snowing when it got dark and the wife was no doubt in a tough pull driving from Manhattan so I laid out the treats.
The single black toe on the Sweet Babycakes has always bothered me so I'm thinking about opening up the Christmas bottle of Irish whiskey and taking it off for her with an old bayonet tonight.
