Chelsey and Doug are finally married. The wedding was a blast and went off pretty much without a hitch, everything was beautiful, and they have great families.
As Christine was the matron of honor and I was the gofer (a.k.a. bridal bitch, or “bridle bitch” when I write emails too early in the morning), you can imagine that it was an extremely busy weekend. My job was to run errands and take care of as many of the little details as I could. I’m happy to do it and had fun, and it’s Tuesday and I’m still exhausted.
But now the real fun begins. Christine and I have two cats, Murphy and Mona. Doug and Chelsey have two Bichons, Porsche and Scout. We’re dogsitting while they honeymoon in Ireland. Add to that Kymberlie’s (outdoor, thankfully) cat Bella – full name Isabella Muffinchop – who is also living with us as of this weekend and now I live in a zoo. Everybody sort of gets along, assuming they don’t come into any real contact with each other. They haven’t fought, just a good dose of barking and hissing.
Hm. Maybe I can run some Island-of-Dr.-Moreau experiments in the garage…
UPDATE: After reading my own post, that’s much less coherent than I’d thought. Mikey go sleep now.
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Ok, if any of the animals go missing and I find them in the garage, you’re in big trouble.
Chelsey might have named her Isabella Muffinchop, but I dropped the Muffinchop part. She is so not a Muffinchop.
Why is Bella living with you? Or rather outdoors? Having an outdoor cat is not fair to neighbors, etc. who don’t like their flower beds used for litter boxes. If they don’t want a cat they shouldn’t be inflicted with your’s litter.
Hey, that’s a bit of a catty comment! Bah- doo kah! (rimshot)
Or if you find Mona outsite, that would be ‘cat’ astrophic…a regular ‘cat’astrophy…ok…I think I’ve beat that to death…