||[Aug. 9th, 2006|07:51 pm]
Moving into the new apartment means moving everything up five flights of stairs in 109°F weather. Fun.
We've blanketed the neighborhood with flyers. But there is still no word on Comet.
Lucah was covered in fleas when we found him and tonight we found the flea treatment our catsitter promised she put on him. Emily was understandably devastated by that.
To answer the most frequently asked questions:
No, she's not retarded.
No, she's not a drug addict.
No, we don't know why.
My best guess is that she wasn't mature enough to handle the responsibility we entrusted her with or take responsibility for the consequence.
Thank you again to everyone for your support. We appreciate it more than you know.