The Weebit [Jazz] here, is a horrible junkie. I have a small basket to keep cat toys, treats and drugs [catnip] in. The little thief will dig to the bottom of the basket, throwing out toys and treats, just to grab this container by the lip on the bottom and steal it. Between her and the other five fiends, they have bitten so many holes in the plastic bucket that it’s not even necessary to have the catnip itself. Jazz is also talented enough to pack the bucket around to where ever she wants to get her frenzy on. She will eventually end up getting the munchies before passing out on the bed. If she does ever get the craving for more I’m sure she’ll quickly learn to get the lid off the container. For her sake, and mine, let’s hope that never happens.

Forgive me for the lame post, the FVCC is a hot-bed of influenza.

Aside from being sleepy, groggy and wobbly, Jazz is doing very well. She cried for the entire drive home and stopped immediately upon entering her home. I left her in her carrier for about ten minutes so the other beasties could smell her and get their hissing over with. Once I let her out she went straight to her preferred potty box. I cringed a little when she got in because it’s entrance is on top — she had to get on top of the box and drop down through the circular opening. In was no problem for her, but out had her hanging a bit. She then moseyed around for a while, then promptly crawled into her favourite bed and fell asleep. At first, she just wanted to be left alone, now she occasionally bloops at me and wants her chin scritched.

I haven’t been posting as many photos lately, so today I took a few that I think are cute. The first one is, of course, my favourite.

Borders rewards points are great, especially coupled with 40% off friends and family days! I got this stack of goodies for nothing! Oh yeah, Dan got some stuff, too.

The next two are sacked out kitties…

Jazz is a lap junkie… She needs help she does!

No one got the leaf preservation-to-Evita question. So, One Hundred and Sixty Eight silver dollars to whomever knows where the title of this post came from.

I’m still not going to send the coin. Maybe a great box of goodies if you really want it, though!

By the way: On the night fair Evita died of uterine cancer, she was embalmed by the “Artist of Death,” Dr. Pedro Ara. Instead of replacing her bodily fluids with embalming fluid, he replaced her blood with glycerin. She is considered the most well-preserved ‘mummy’, due to this technique, and looks like she’s simply asleep!

Jasmine! We call her Jazz. She is tiny but mighty, as she’ll pick a fight with twice-her-size Raul, anyday! She is super-sweet, super-affectionate, and super-talkative. She likes to shadow me around the house and carry on conversations!