Okay, I totally am one to judge, but I do it quietly. So Neptune sometimes finds solace under the dining room table. I don't know why. It's weird, but he can do whatever he likes I guess.
I spent the morning taking Neptune to the vet this morning. I know you've been concerned about his nasty face wart. Though the final tests aren't in yet, the cells are likely benign and he'll soon be scheduled to be wartless. The vet also seized the opportunity to express his anal gland(s?). And boy, was it fresh.
So, he's ready for 2013. And so am I.
It's the weekend before the weekend before Christmas! This is the calm before the fat man in the red suit. Packages are trickling in and post office workers are slowly intensifying their anger for this holly, jolly time of year. And I have few plans for the weekend and that's the way I like to keep it.