I may be offline for a bit but I'll be posting again in a week or so.
We're going to Paris. For weeks, I've been in this bizarre mood, which people assure me I often get into before trips, where I'm convinced that I'd rather stay home and give myself a root canal than pack a suitcase and get on a plane. But the suitcase is mostly packed (22 pounds, and I thought I was packing lightly) and it looks like I'm really going.
I broke out in a rash late last night but it wasn't measles, plague, or shingles, as I'd hoped.
We will change planes in Dublin at 5 am, so I will finally set foot on Irish soil (or carpeting, probably), something I've always wanted to do since I had an Irish grandmother. Someday I would like to ride a Connemara pony along the coast.
I will try to post something from Paris if I survive the trip.
In the meantime, some cat photos, because cat photos are what I like best.
Harris looks like he's talking and he was:
Toffee has come to terms with his super balls. If I have time to vacuum before we leave, maybe I'll find some of them.
I'm bringing catnip toys for some French cats, and Possum and Harris discovered them in my bag. I hastily removed them to a safer place and they still had a good time sniffing my bag.