The Lovely Louise

Here she is then, the Luscious Louise.

The boys are in their element, Son#2 woke me at 5h30 this morning to go downstairs to look at Louise.

At least, for now Louise will be her name.
I don't think cats give a shit what you call them.

Son#3 (Moodswings) and I are home with Louise (my expensive couch wrapped in blankets lest the little devil scratches it to pieces).
The husband went to a rugby match on the coast with Thing#1 (Puberty) and Thing#2 (Anger).

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