Cooter says, "Good morning!"

Whew! That's some bad morning breath.

Sean and Britt, described

Britt is the rat, Sean is the *ahem* pig (No offense intended sweetie!) and this sums up many mornings for us.

Cooter loves me, this I know...

Britt's entry -

Cooter and I have a tradition. I wake up on Saturday mornings. I spend a little time in the bedroom getting ready for the day. Eventually I walk out into the living room, pass by a few times as I get things together and, at some point, I look down and realize I've walked past a dead mouse 4 times already and never even noticed. Cooter is waiting in the shadows, watching for my reaction, pleased as punch (as though anyone ever says that anymore) that he personally brought me the greatest present ever. Ever.

I look over and tell him what a good, good kitty he is, and he walks away with with his tail in the air like the cocky little cat he is. I grab a paper towel and whisk away his little prize.

It's been two Saturdays now. Only on Saturdays. Strangest thing.