Ack!

I am Bill the Cat, with a giant furball in my throat. My allergies, I suppose. I've just had a nasty sore throat and all the gook that comes with it for about 2 days now. Not sleeping well/generally feel like crap.

But on the up side, Bucket is becoming a man! When we went for a walk the other night, I actually saw him lift his leg to pee on TWO different occasions. :) Seems an odd thing to get excited about, but there you have it. He's peed like a little girl up to know and it was big news to see the leg lift thing. Of course along with that goes his newly acquired desire to stop every 10 paces to mark, but such is the life of a boy dog.

We've had a couple more people in to see the house this week, and there are folks coming over this morning at 11:45, so that's good. No offers yet from ANY of the multitude that have been through, so that's bad. I don't know what the hell the problem is, but it looks like the price might be coming down if we don't get anything.

I'm going to Ponca City, Oklahoma this weekend to visit my folks/watch my dad boat race. The pups will be boarded--again--which I feel crappy about, but I can't handle both of them on a trip like that by myself (and the hotel doesn't accept pets anyway). I'll just make sure the house is nice and clean so that if we have any lookers on Saturday I can feel good about letting them come on over. This cleaning is all a bit tedious and I cannot wait for the time when I can go back to being a slob. Ah, the good old days.

Well, I still have poop to pick up, Kiki's cage to clean, breakfast to eat, and my body to dress and make-up, so I'll scoot. Have a good weekend; I'll try to blog more on Sunday.