Remember that kitty who got loose in the airplane and shredded to
cockpit? I think I've got her.

Brandy decided to cut loose last night.. I was trying to get out of her
room and go to the can, and this little ball of greased lightning darted
out between my feet and hightailed it downstairs. Louie was busting his
onions trying to get Stosh and Roxie 0000000000000000000(greetings from
Brandy) corraled and I had to chase Brandy all over the house. She can
run like the wind, let me tell you. We were running around the sofa like
the Indy 500. (In this house we call such things the Kittyanapolis 500.)

We were about to go to bed but Brandy made so much noise that I decided
to go up and sleep with her. If you want to call it sleep. She began a
circuit of kneading, as if looking for the best spot: left bezonga, gut,
left thigh, right thigh, gut, right bezonga, ad infinitum. I don't
remember when I went to sleep. I do remember itty bitty teeth sinking
into my big toe, and Brandy trying to engage my foot in a wrestling
match. Life promises to be very interesting...

Blessed be,

Baha