MoldovAnn

We are going to Korosten for the weekend to visit Igor’s family – last chance before we head to the States next Friday.

I always enjoy visiting them, and I’ve missed them since the last time we were there. But man am I tired. I was trying to remember last night when was the last weekend I was just plain at home, and I don’t know. Igor couldn’t remember either. And I don’t know when will be the next weekend when we will just lounge around and be couch potatoes together. I know I do it to myself – I can’t sit still for long!

In other news, Igor shaved the cat again. Not as bad as the first time we did, but still lightyears away from the beautiful sleek creature that the salon would return to us. She seems happy enough with either style – elegant “booties” on her feet and a poof on her tail or bits and patches of fur here and there. He did a good job around her face, I give him credit for that, so if you can manage to just look at her adorable face and ignore the rather pathetic body, she’s lovely. Otherwise, you can’t help but laugh. And now that she’s not roasting in her fur coat, she’s all lovey-dovey again, sleeping under the covers with us, constantly on my lap snuggling. She’s purring up a storm at the moment. Oh how I love it.