Diamond climbed into my lap this morning and rolled around. I think we're friends again. He's still wary of Snark, and takes off whenever he hears him come into the house. But I think that'll change after a few more days and some well-placed kitty treats.

We haven't "moved in" to Andy's house yet. But we're over here, morning through night. We've been cleaning, packing up Andy's stuff, moving the boxes into her attic, and Snark painted the bedroom yesterday. Snark made a rule that every time we come over we have to bring something from our own house. So, no real packing of our goods; just random items and boxes of mismatched stuff toted over to Andy's and placed in a room to be unpacked at a later date (when things are less chaotic).

I didn't mention on the bad Monday blog (because it hadn't happened at the time) that Snark ran over a screw when he drove downtown to get some cardboard boxes and newspaper for packing Andy's things. So, essentially, he got a flat tire. The air was hissing out of the tire, and Snark put some of this gel stuff (I don't really know what it is) in the tire to hold off the flat, but we've got to go get a new tire on Saturday. Actually, we're just going to get four new tires because are two front tires are bald and the last tire is used anyway and not in the best shape.

Well, that's what's going on here. . . back to cleaning, packing, moving, I guess.