Hi everyone, Katie here.
I know. Don't even start with me. Certainly you must know it's not my fault. My girl suddenly gives up a life of servitude to me (a.k.a. "unemployment") and takes up a job. A job! The nerve. All the salmon in the world can't make up for this mess.
Well I believe she's finally crumbling under the pressure. My fans, Cod bless them, are a persistent bunch. We've been receiving countless emails asking if all is ok at the townhouse. Are we well? Are we still alive? Are we going to blog again?
We are well.
We are still alive.
We ARE blogging again!
But alas, all is not well at the townhouse. Just look at the place! We've been sealed up like leftovers in a zip-lock bag all summer long. I can't even see out my windows. I have no idea if the bunnies are still alive and kicking outside. I can't even make out the birds.
See that scaffolding? Imagine having to eat in front of noisy, smelly construction workers who are standing right outside the kitchen windows. Right outside my dish for crying out loud.
Why the mess and destruction? Mold. I don't even know who or what Mold is. I'm still a cat you know. But according to glogirly and gloman, this Mold-guy is the one responsible for stealing my summer bunny and bird viewing away. Strange men in work boots coming and going...I swear, I haven't gotten a moment's rest.
Thank Cod for the internet or I'd have nothing at all. Except for now. I have my blogging friends and fans again.
That is if you'll have me.