My poor baby cat, Jack, came home injured last night. My friend Kate helped me get him to the after-hours vet for some stitches. We believe he might have crawled into something and got caught trying to get back out.
Sophie asked what all she got to do once she was 10. Brian told her she now has to mow the grass. HAHA Well, Soph was on board - she was out there ready to mow. Look at her go!