A Tale of Two Kitties (and another kitty, and a dog)

We packed up the car this morning and made the 96 mile drive to the booming metropolis of West Plains.

The gifts had to be packed very carefully so as not to damage any of my expertly placed bows. We made it to West Plains with no trouble, and Trexie was even somewhat tolerable in her cat carrier in the back of the car covered with blankets. Whistles slept the whole trip and didn't really do anything at all.

Once we got to my house though, all bets were off. Pepper is 14 years old and the meanest, biggest, crankiest old man cat you'll ever meet. (at least when it concerns other animals) His portly 17 lb self doesn't particularly care for anyone new in the house. BabyBob is still fragile from the stupid a**hole that thought it would be funny to shoot our cat. So its been a growling hissing cranky fest around here.. All except for Whistles who doesn't seem to know why everyone is so mad at him. Even Trexie was growling at him, and she sees him every day. I guess she just wanted to be like the other cats?

So it was kind of rough around the house breaking up the fights and whatnot. But I did manage to get my hair cut and colored today.

Thats about the excitement for my day. Nothing too rowdy today! I heard a little rumor that Santa might come to our house tonight and bring the presents early since we won't be here on the actual Christmas, so I'm pretty excited for tomorrow!!

Riley