Proving Vets and Doctors wrong!

Well, it's been over a month, and Digit is still with us, and slowly cozying her way up to Lulu. And still trying to bite me when I shove pills down her throat (I'm faster now at getting my thumb out of the way, don't want another round of shots, thank you!).

Rumor has it Stuart is doing well, headed to the hunt land soon to watch Dad shoot Bambi's mother.

So he and Digit both are thumbing their noses at dire predictions from medicos. Yeah!

We had a break-in here last week, and for a very brief moment, I wished for Dad's Beretta. How scary is that?! Guess I'll just focus on going to shooting ranges and vent my anger that way. The good news, of course, is that no one was hurt (Tim and I were not home), cats are okay, they didn't trash the place; and while I'm very sad at the jewelry they stole, it is, after all, just stuff. (Or so I keep telling myself.)

And a belated Happy Birthday to Aunt Edith! Much, much love to you, Aunt Edith!

Hope all are well.

Love, Linda