She swears she's not strung out on catnip.
It's going to be all sorts of fivesies this year... five years that I've been at my job, five years that I've been back living in this town, five years since I adopted Miss Kitty... and five years since I've started this blog. And, um, five times two, the number of years since I've graduated high school, which makes me feel super old. Oy. Let's not focus on that.
Here's the thing about the number five... it's technically an odd number, but in so many ways, it feels like a nice even one. I've never understood that, but there you have it.
Also, Dr Seuss was fill of crap. Cats hate hats.