Yawn...

I love a good yawn.
Seriously, is there anything better than a good yawn?
...and that is a good yawn right there.
I'm talking well over 100 degrees of yawnage. Maybe even 120. I don't know, I don't have a protractor handy.

(P.S. How many kitties and peeps yawned while checking out this post? I know someone did when they were helping me write it...)

Cheers,
--Pabs

She's back!

Kate's been back from her trip for over a week now, and life is quickly returning to normal.

This was supposed to be our reunion photo shoot, but what can I say?

I just don't do hugs.

I'm outta here.

Cheers,
--Pabs

While the Kate's away...

...the Pabs will play...

Confession time.

I've been playing Kitty Fight Club outside with my buddies while Kate's been away.

Things got a little out of hand one evening, and I came home with a limp (hey, you should see the other guy!). So the next day, Nick took me you-know-where, and now I'm on 'precautionary antibiotics'. Great.

And Nick won't let me snuggle with him in bed the way that Kate does. Awesome.

Kate, if you're reading this, come home! I, um, need you.

Just a bit.

Cheers,
--Pabs