Here, kitty, kitty! Burp.

Last night when I got home from my class, I found a giant RV parked in my neighbor's driveway.

I can't remember the last time I was so excited and relieved.

My parents finally arrived.

They drove from California in their 30' RV, dragging their Jeep (CJ, of course). I always joke that my parents have never been to Europe because they can't drive their RV there.

As quirky as it is, the RV works for them. They have a comfortable bed, their own bathroom and, most importantly, my dad has his own TV ... complete with a satellite dish. Fer reals, yo.

I'm certain that the first thing he did this morning was get out his dish (with custom-made stand) and yelled at my mom until the dish was aligned and locked into place. I bet right now he's lying on the couch in the big rig (Bill taught 2-year-old Mar to call the RV the "big rig") watching "Law and Order."

It's so great to see them. (That's all I can say about that without crying at my desk.)

So last night while watching "American Chopper" on the Discovery Channel, we noticed one of our cats paying close attention to Bill's empty beer glass.

Disclaimer: As with Special K's recent entry the rest of this entry (like most of my entries, really) will have limited appeal — especially to those people who think that cats are disposable pets.

She started out with a little sniffy-sniffy.

Then a little licky-licky.
Then she — like many people and some cats and dogs — realized that beer rocks!
I mean, I knew that Ella Fitzgerald liked her bon-bons but I didn't realize she loved herself some beer.