The end of Cesare

Oh, quite possibly the worst show ever. And it's done as of tomorrow....

It's starting

Slowly the sun has begun to make it's way into Poopsie. It's amazing, really, how much of a difference a little sun and warm weather makes us all feel.

Bob Dylan has no idea why he's so happy. It's not the new kitty door, it's the sunshine filtering all throughout the house. The kitty door is the bane of his life. He hates it, and I'm scared he'll never poop again now that the litter box is in the basement proper.