Note: Cincinnati got cold crushed by a pretty massive power outage. 70 mph winds and this town apparently don't mix. I have power now (obviously), but there are plenty of people who do not.

9/15/08

Clearly, Mrs. Nutmeg thinks that the extermination business runs a bit like Mouse Trap. Like...it'd be cool if Heathcliff set up some Rube Goldberg machine to catch the mice he could clearly devour at any minute, but playing whack-a-mole with their giant, mutated heads is likely as effective, and it cuts down on the number of anvils and wooden ships you have to keep around the house.

8/16/08

Heathcliff is asleep.

8/17/08
Heathcliff's head has migrated to where his front paws were. His breath isn't so bad because he's now unable to breathe. Such is life.