Here Kitty Kitty.....

We are cat sitting. And not just any normal cat. Oh no. This is a show cat. He's not performing, but he's definitely a fluffy fur ball. Sky, as he is called, is so typically "cat". All our cat games and tricks work well on him. While his folks swelter in the Virgin Isles, he entertains himself here with brown grocery bags, wine corks rolling across wooden floors and a laser light dot to chase. He seems to be adjusting to our flat just fine. Since our Baby Boy will be arriving at the end of this week, he can enjoy curling up to the "puffy one".
So that brings us to Christmas. It's just around the corner! Gosh, how did that happen? We're ready. Since we're not doing anything, it's no trouble. Baby Boy arrives this week and we get to anjoy him for over a week before he goes back. I've got some cultural things planned, as well as a few fun ones. I hope he has a good time, but I'm concerned with entertaining him. Since he is older, and we are all so independent, I assume he'll take the oyster card and disappear. And I'm ok with that. It's his vacation, so he can drive his activities.
It's all good....
Especially since I got good news today from the doc. SPOILER ALERT - the following contains graphic conversation about females parts......I've had a lump in my breeast for the last three weeks. And not just a little dot of hardness. No, this was a massive, golfball diameter crusty lump. Yuck. But after working through the paperwork reequired here for the military to pay priviate doctors (not NHS please), I was seen by a specialist, who immediately sent me for a scan and ultrasound. Within a two hours I was scanned, diagnosed, drained and sent on my way. Looks like I'm "Lumpy, the cyst breasted girl". Ok, I can live with that. Cancer averted!! Yay!
My heart's out there for any of you who haven't gotten the good news that you are just lumpy. Hats and hair off to you fighters!