my view outside my window. not for long, i hope.
cats are not allowed on the new carpet. a cat is. so sophie and ralph are locked up in the bathroom. until thursday! poor kitties. i already got a phone call because nate was misinformed on the rules and uncle tattled on him and couldnt tell nate himself. seriously. what are we, 5? nate also said uncle was a huge micromanager with the rug men. sigh. ready to be out.