smudge...."Our world is going to H&%% in a hand basket. First thing we get up and our blog hasn't been updated. So we bribe grandma for our morning nip tea and settle down with her to read the Sunday Comics."
Grandma...."Where's the Sunday Daisy?"
smudge....."Maybe sumthing is wrong wif the computer. Grandma, go get da biped to fix it."

Grandma... "I'm not leaving this room. Furzilla is out there running free."

smudge...."It's going to be a really long boring Sunday."
ps...biped...."Furzilla, aka Joya is out of her room about half the time now. The dogs are her companions, the cats her mortal enemies. The house is now separtated not by rooms, but levels. Joya and the dogs travel on the floor, everyone else travels acrosss table tops, couches, chairs. It really is embarrassing that all of the cats including the 23 pound heesh are buffaloed by a three pound fur ball."