Ah, what darlings!!

Sully lurks around, stealing pens and pencils, and generally glaring at me like the teenager I never wanted. The last to cuddle, and the first to tell you there is no food in the bowl. I cajole, I threaten, all to no avail.

Bridget is the new-foundling, and she loves everything. Like she looked at her reflection in the waterbowl one day and decided that this is good enough. Soon after birth she was dumped in a garbage can, and it's only gotten better from there. If you have a wadded up Post-It note...life is good.

**Big chin scratch to all the Mudkitten's "Fur-Bearing Lap Tumors"****

~Elle