Now we’re off to go camping for the weekend to enjoy our sanity for a bit before the big kitchen project starts on Tuesday. And also to get away from feral kittens and mice and cats who like to hang out with mice. Actually our friend Mark was saying that perhaps Franny thinks that the tub is the Colosseum. I think maybe her ultimate dream is to get two mice in there and force them to battle to the death. If we come back on Monday and Franny’s wearing a toga, I quit.