When the cat is away...

... the mice will play. So they say, as I rhyme away... Ok, that's highly annoying. I apologize for subjecting you to that. BUT the cat IS away.

Sam, Rainor, Christa, and Daniel have gone off to hunt squirrels in Eastern Oregon. So the babies, Mom and I have the house to ourselves! Yay! I've taken advantage of their absence to do the following: Clean the bathroom, abandon regular meal times, abolish bedtime, go see Indiana Jones with Nana and Grandpa, and tonight Mom and I are having a Jane Austen movie-fest with popcorn.

The mice play on.