Le bachelor: hour 46 and wee little cat cups

(cups by Gary Rith)
SO, the wife is still out of town, although tis quite busy here, what with juggling facebook and this blog plus Emily kitten in my lap and before that I was asleep dreaming of eating spicy asian noodles with my wife and then things got, ahem, SPICY in my dream (I swear I am not making this up) and Penny woke me with her fake barfing so I would feed her, always gets me up quick when a beagle pretends to vomit on my pillow, even if me and the missus were getting hot and heavy in dreamland, and when I get downstairs the cats had produced something nasty in the litter box...
sigh.
I miss my wife.
Anyway, I am at a party yesterday evening and Carl is there and he is like "yeah, we were gonna ride the motorcycle up to Syracuse and stop at your place" and I am like "motorcycle? who is WE??" because last time we saw Carl at the Chapterhouse there TWO women chatting with him and he is like "well, Lynn...." and so, you know, those guys will be here later and I better do something about the cat box and all.
Nice cat mugs eh?