My beautiful cat Pus always slept in my bed when I lived at home. From the day I moved out, she never slept in that bed again. At same time as I vanished from home, she got an ulcer. Jup, a cat with an ulcer. It's been six years since then, still I feel guilty for leaving.
Dear kitty cat! I miss you! (picture taken this Easter while she was still kind of healthy. Had some meat on her legs, at least :) She's a cutie! )

It's been a bad news, bad news, good news, bad news, good news-day. Pej left to go way up north to visit family, I went to the library, then to the store to buy breakfast, I got home to find my wallet missing, I called the store who said they hadn't found it, I figured I'd called the wrong store (two of the same chain on same street), I went back and got my wallet, I went to the post office to get a cute envelope, my mom called with the bad news, I went home to open the really perfect RAK from Kine!
Kine, you made my day! Thank you so much! Everything is perfect! Love it all! I'm going to dig in to it today!
I declare the rest of the week "Scrapbooking-ice cream face stuffing-wii playing-pj wearing-doing nothing-weekend". Feel free to make yours the same :)






















