New Home + Fluffy Kitties + Violent Gangs = Reason for Anouchka's Absence

Anouchka Talks has been neglected again because...wait for it...

WE MOVED (again) AND
GOT ANOTHER KITTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our precious new baby is a 10 year old torbie (tabby/tortoise shell combination???) named Alice. (Sorry, the only pictures I have of her are on my ghetto phone so I can't upload any here.) She is missing part of her left ear and all four of her incisors are broken, but she is otherwise healthy and beautiful and sweet and I love her and she kind of likes me.

Fear not: Betty is still the queen of the castle. However, we are working towards meaningful change in the attitudes between rival forces in the household. Dammit, Obama! Where are you when I need you?!?!?! My life right now is basically like living with a furry version of the Bloods and the Crypts, only imagine that one of the gangs is really timid and hides under the bed every time the other gang crosses onto their turf to eat their food and use their litter box and play with their mice.

I know. It's jacked up.

I love playing L.A.P.D. in a deranged cat asylum.

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