Also last weekend: Two wedding planning meetings and one shower chat, two boat weddings (Sept on Lake Ontario = Brrr), some editing work. Ended up getting home from work at 10pm the night before the clean up, then up at 7am to make sure I had everything packed for that.

But one of the best things?

Celebrating one week of Lt. Ripley defending her honour. Seems standard cat boxes are not to her liking - but the boot tray works for her, very well. Whether it's because it's lower/wider and less confining or because it has some scroll work on one edge and she likes pretty things, I don't care. Yesterday the Toronto Humane Society called, to a) see if we wanted to make a donation and b) see how we were enjoying our cat. I'm so glad they didn't call last month, when we were celebrating 8 months of tyranny from the Feline Liberation Movement in the form of protests staged on the floor every day. Well, we're not quitters. And she's pretty cute/worth it:



Well done, Lt. We're proud.