So, Abby FINALLY got her kitty. Mollyjoy is her name. She is seven weeks old - the runt of the litter. Abby hasn't left her alone for a minute since we picked her up last night. Even though Molly peed on her on the ride home. Molly seems to like it here, and is not at all pleased that we don't allow her into two rooms of the house.

Dad said Abby could only keep a cat if it liked him. At first, she wouldn't have anything to do with him. She just wanted to explore. But later in the evening, someone laid Molly on Dad, and she curled up and went to sleep. (No, Brian hasn't become a cat person. He still thinks ALF would make the perfect pet, but he definitely wouldn't put up with an ornery cat.)

And the office was finally in order enough that Mom was willing to take a photo of it. This is Dad's room. Scott helped Mom hang the wilderness border. Fifteen feet at a time. On the first one, they got the last foot put up, and the whole thing came down. It stayed up the second time. We have some things to put on the walls still, but for the most part it is done.