The cats and I traveled to my parents' home yesterday and they've spent the past 24 hours creeping about, being inquisitive and exploring their new surroundings. One of their favorite new hangouts seems to be the fireplace. This isn't something I'm happy about.
Friday, December 25, 2009
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Sing it with me: "Kittens roasting on an open fire ..."
Also this one time, in France? We were at Mont St. Michel and we all got in this ginormous fireplace in the banqueting hall -- four adults, standing up, with room for more. What the hell did they used to cook in there? This was, of course, after we'd stalked around the basementy rooms pretending to be gargoyles. We were having ourselves a time ...
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