Smaug

I suppose I perhaps haven't made it as clear as it could be that Smaug, the lovely kitty we took in sometime in March (?), has come to stay. She has weddled her way into our hearts, curling up with us at night, welcoming us home with her pigeon-like coos and destroying our possessions with random spontaneity. But I suppose we are learning to live with this; putting cayanne pepper around my little sprouts for the garden, hiding the slippers with fur on them, stashing small squirt guns throughout the house, and my favorite, fillng the bathtub up with water to try and stop her peeing there. This last one is in fact teaching the cat to swim, and rather than dissuade her, she seems to really enjoy seeing how deep the water is today. . .