Tolliver Smolen Lives and Pig in Autumn

Please don't sue me, Armistead Maupin.

So, about that fourth cat we don't have...she is freakin' NUTS.  Back when we were still keeping her isolated in the guest bedroom she was all sweet and loving and then we let her out and she kinda went crazy; but I'll get to that in a second.  Let's start with formal introductions.  Our kitty's name is Pog.  She looks a lot like this:

But exactly like this:

In case you're wondering, I didn't get her at a bad angle...that's just how she looks at me.  To be fair, I'm not the only one who's getting a bad vibe off Pog.  Now that she's been "integrated" into the main part of the house she's developed a hobby: tackling Tolliver.  Tolliver, as it turns out, is not coping well with having another cat around the house who is exactly like him.  For those of you who haven't spent much time around Tolliver, let me give you some insight.

Minion of the Anti-Christ

Okay, this one is just cute

So poor Tolliver has been slinking around the house trying to avoid being tackled to the ground by cat who is less than half his size.
Also, she's a filthy trash bandit

I am a little worried though by how out-numbered Nicholas and I are by the feline contingent in our house.  I mean, they're smart and they're organized...who knows what they do once we go to sleep at night.

Hopefully nothing this queer

The humans have been keeping busy too.  We went back to New Brighton on Saturday for a baby shower and my friend Addison and I gave Nicholas a makeover.

Note the awesome magenta blow dryer

And on Sunday I went to observe Nicholas and in the lab again.  Personally, I think his look could still use a little work.  Note the exposed chest hair and chain:

I finally learned how to use Paintbrush

To me a white t-shirt here would be the difference between "I'm going to fix your teeth" and "I'm going to sell you a used car."