We've had quite a week and a half around here. The kittens got neutered, Mike pulled his back out, the kitten got sick with a 105° fever, and then the sewer line acted up (again).
The previous owners of our house were very nice people but were also oblivious to the fact that you do not plant a tree right near the goddamn sewer line. This is the third time we've had to call someone to come rescue us, "Help! There's really scary stuff coming up out of a hole in the basement floor!" The guy was merciful yesterday and didn't even charge us - he knows we'll be calling him this summer to do what will pretty much be a house colonoscopy.
Tighe must be feeling better, if wrestling like a maniac with his brother and trying to pull the blinds off the bedroom window is any indication. He is still getting his antibiotics twice a day - which he hates. It takes the two of us to get 1 ml of medicine down the throat of one 9-lb kitten. I'd like to have a serious discussion with the genius who decided to make cat antibiotics taste like bananas.