But it's cosy

Meg insists that this isn't too tight of a fit. She says it's cosy.

In the drawing room with Teddy & Noel

Teddy tells the tale....

"So Noel told Dorothy that people are wrong when they say opera is not what it used to be. It is what it used to be. That is what's wrong with it."

So I said, "What a pair of yobs you are" and glared at them.

And Dorothy said, "Don't look at me in that tone of voice."

Rest in peace, sweet Lucy

Lucy was hit by a car a few days ago. She ran off and we didn't see her for a day or so. On Thursday morning I found her lying on the cement walk in the pouring rain. No visible injuries, eyes open, no complaint when I hugged her and (eventually) moved her onto some cushions inside the garage. I think she was probably in shock. She didn't seem to be suffering, and I felt that an emergency vet visit would be traumatic for both of us and represented an expense that probably wouldn't save her. I checked on her once an hour before I left for work that afternoon. One time she kind of smiled when I petted her, but the other times she was fading.

When I got home from work that night, Mr. P. said (with tears in his eyes) that he had put her out of her misery. Poor Mr. P. Poor Lucy. She was a dear, sweet, goofy girl, and we're going to miss her.

A bit of roughhousing?

Teddy: Honest, Grammy, we've been sound asleep all afternoon. We didn't touch your pictures.

Jinx: What pictures?

Our very own panda bear

Mr. P. found one of those cutesy animal hats discarded on campus and brought it home for Meg

(it's far too big for Polly, and doesn't contrast very well with Patch's coloring). Meg was hurt when Berry stole the hat, but I got even with him by tying it onto his block head. In this photo, he's thinking, "Aw, man, I hope my friends don't see me wearing this stupid hat."