Maully. Pronounced "Molly". She mauls. It's an inside joke. Like PITA.


That being over with, I am creeped out, pissed, appalled, and discouraged all at the same time. Our large windchime in our front yard was vandalized. Just found it...the tubes on the ground, the strings were cut. We THINK we know who did it but how do we prove it?

The chimes were not worth much, really. It was the principle of the thing: we have a hater in town. Someone had thrown trash on our lawn, driven over it, left a "cute" message in the mailbox (which is AGAINST THE LAW, I might add...it's tampering with US Mail which is a Federal Offence). NOW what? This a$$h@le could've done WORSE....which is what I'm afraid of. Not personal injury, surely, but letting the animals out, breaking windows, screwing with our generator....the list of deviltry goes on. We're all pretty pissed about this. We wish it WAS who we suspect but we believe in innocent until proven guilty.
Hey with THIS guy, it's the opposite. I won't say more. I do like to be wrong.

Judge not, lest YOU be "judged".

Maully is settling down well. She lets us pet her now without her chewing on our hands. She LOVES to lap your hands. Ringer was like that when we got him. Inherited?

Ringer just fell off the cat tree...and hit every level on the way down. Funny. (he's okay...he's a hell of a clutz as cats go...)