Sabrina, the kitty is on to a new home. I can't say that I have the "warm fuzzies" that I did for the family that took Shorty, but I think that it will all be ok. She just wasn't the bubbly ray of sunshine that I have come to expect. She was all about the cat, but didn't seem all that excited in general. Maybe it was just me. I keep telling my self...it will be fine. And it will.

I did have myself a good cry right after she left though. Silly, but the cat has ben a part of my family for 6 years. She was sweet. I just hope she is happy. How to tell Drama Queen when she gets home. Maybe she won't notice :) Wild Man was so sweet though. I was sitting on the couch crying my eyes out, and he came over and gave me a hug and had this concerned look on his face. He let me hold him until I felt better. What a sweet boy I have.

So that's it I guess. I am flea bombing the house as we speak. I'll be making the trek home during my lunch hour to open the windows and air out the house. Tomorrow the carpet cleaners are coming. Alpha Male is going to Harrah's tomorrow night so I am all alone. I was going to go scrapbooking, but if he isn't home I can do it there. I'll get a lot more done with no interuptions anyway. Either that or I will finish that bottle of wine and pass out. Either sounds good to me.

I'm still thinking of a Thursday Thirteen. When I come up with something good, I'll be back.

Go visit my renter. She's been a great tenant.