Yeesh. My whole morning was practically devoted to the 2 cats. Brought Richie to the vet for his annual vaccination/checkup. Nothing new. He hissed and growled and behaved like a ninny for the entire duration. Sigh. After 8 years of visits to the vet, I would have thought he'd have gotten used to it. Came home, let him out of the carrier, and headed to the toilet to prepare Squee for yet another bath. Afterwhich, decided it was only logical that I should clean his living quarters since it'd be a pity to throw a eucalyptus-scented kitten back into an ocean fish/turkey/liver/giblet-scented loo. By the time I was through, it was time for lunch. MY lunch. Then Squee's lunch. Gosh. What a mundane morning. What, you were anticipating me to describe it as 'unbelievably exciting'? Haha... Man... I think I've just a teensy-weensy idea of what being a full-time mum will be like. I could be wrong. *shrugs* But multiply what I do in a day by 10 times or so (Taking into account our childhood spans approx 10+ years instead of 6 months) and I think I'm near there. =p