I never go to bed without checking to make sure that the cats are OK. It's like being a Marine sergeant again and just making sure that the people entrusted to you are OK.

I catch the tomcat Trouble crashed in the living room:



I catch the momcat Mister Mittens folded up for the night on a bed:



No Baby Cakes anywhere. I'm going into a panic.

Sweet Babycakes is rolled up in a comforter underneath my wife's bed.

I should really think about stopping the worrying about girls at my age. Especially the thing about two different species.

But damn, I love the Sweet Babycakes (wife too!).

jeez, she's nothing but a little tramp. give her the boot already

lol