Spoliday Hoonerisms

Sterpids are tookey.

CatSpa

Last night after I went to bed, Merlin pinned my head down with his front paws and scrubbed my face clean. I started giggling, which I guess caused my forehead to wiggle, 'cause he kept biting my forehead (which is every bit as strange as it sounds) and then combing my eyebrows with his teeth. Possible conclusion: Merlin likes the taste of tea tree oil ...?

At any rate, cheapest microdermabrasion ever.


(On a side note, Michael had to stop using hair gel because Molly kept grooming it out of his hair, and we were worried that perhaps a tiny cat shouldn't be ingesting so much of that stuff.)