Welcome Home Jeremy

As the temperature dips again, even I must resort to the furs for tonight's party.
Two words were on everyone's lips today: "The Forties", and I don't mean the wartime years. Special alerts were broadcast all day to take in the pets and plants tonight. KiKi is in his ermin cape already (the tails on the cape dance when he takes a walk to his water dish).

Jeremy stopped by for lunch today and took over command once more. Columbia--and the rest of the world--can leave him in our care for a while. We have some corny, patriotic decorations and an awful amount of liquor to celebrate the return of our hero. And, Order must be restored. (I bet his tail will dance a little when he walks to his "water" dish.)