Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner

Goodbye, Ethel
Ethel took a 50 block ride in a woman's engine block. When she heard a kitten in there, she called the fire department to rescue it. Kevin, being the soft-hearted bloke that he is, couldn't resist her and brought her home. He knew we couldn't keep her, but wanted to find her a good home rather than take her to a shelter. I've fallen hard for her but she doesn't mix well with Oliver. My baby is not a scratching post. His squirmy little toes are not meant to be bitten. Pacifiers are not for kittens to chew. Ethel has managed to make a friend of Lucy and pushes Top's buttons. I met a man who wants a friend for his cat. I'm taking Ethel to him this afternoon. She's such a cutie. I wish we could keep her. I'm going to miss the little booger!

My Voice!
The worst thing ever has happened. Laryngitis. I have no voice! I'm nothing if not a talker. I always seem to have lots to say. Saying it in a whisper just isn't cutting it. Kevin, I think, is loving it since my blabber-mouthiness sometimes drives him nuts. He hates my cough, though. I have a man cough and he has always hated it. I have a dainty little sneeze but a huge burly cough. And Kevin is not the only one who hates my cough. It makes Oliver cry, the poor little dear. And it's killing me not being able to sing to Oliver, to read him books, and to do fun nursery rhymes. All I can do is smile at him and cough at him.

Oh, the mailman just walked by my office window and scared me silly. Yikes!