Happy Caturday (and Halloween)!

Ralphie finally got her own big cat bed. I found it at Wal-Mart and it actually matches the living room perfectly so I don’t cringe every time I see it. Also she looks adorable in it so why would I cringe? She actually loves it so much that it makes me sad I didn’t get her one sooner. I really thought she wouldn’t use it.

Weasel also loves the new bed but continues instead to just sit on other things.

Nikki invited me to a candle party this week but I felt the need to get some other work done. I also can’t have candles because Weasel would burn the house down. Don’t worry, those are battery operated.

And those on the mantel have never and will never be lit. Can you imagine the damage? Oh, Weasel.

Weasel also did not approve of my Halloween costume at all.

Ralphie also hated my costume because it didn’t look like her.

We had a party at work (obviously) and most people actually dressed up.

We had a cheerleader, blind referee, Tinkerbell, dead ballerina, Cleopatra, Audrey Hepburn, a creepy old lady, Weird Al, a Mexican, an Alpha superwoman, Emily Dickinson, queen bee, Brian Trump, Baby Weasel and Stew as a tree.

We all brought food (and drinks!). Unfortunately, Baby Weasel’s drinking problem got the best of her and we had to send her home for the rest of the day.

In all it was a pretty successful (albeit unproductive) day and the Weasel costume was a major win for comfort.

But just between you (several hundred) and me… my tail fell in the toilet. Eep.