When I got to church yesterday I nearly broke a rib leaning across the passenger seat to lock the back door and the front door and then...with a little clown car humor...the doors unlocked. All of them. More leaning, more ribs protesting, more locking, more unlocking. And more. And more. I'm not sure, but I thought I heard a little muffled car laughter. "Muffled." Get it?
Kramer was on the piano last night. Yes, the piano.
The last sanctuary of the cats. Not on top of the piano, just on the covered keyboard part. I think the top of the piano, and the clerk, are about the only places he won't be able to reach. And hopefully on top of the kitchen table.
This is the clerk. (And yes, some of the Christmas decorations are still up.)
Here's a close-up of my little Laplander girl, Lizbet. You can see why I don't want her to be used as a chew toy. 
Kramer's perch this morning, where he barks at...nothing. Oh joy. 
The fun never stops.
AND I stepped on dog poo IN THE HOUSE this morning. (Holding my head in my hands. I don't want to talk about it.)
