The Boc

Baci (Bah kee') is our 2 year old cat. She loves us when she wants to, sometimes even letting us pet her w/out getting bitten. Lately, I've been calling her Killer, as there is a serious metropolis of mice on the north side of our house. It seems like everytime we let her out we find a present on the porch.
Aaron's sister, Heidi, just got a kitten this week. I told Heidi that Killer wouldn't like it, and reminded her that her last mouse was bigger than the kitten. So, Heidi is paranoid and won't let the kitten out of her site.
Any time she leaves the house, she asks if we will babysit. Apparently, this is pro- bono. Anyway, this poor kitten has about every ailment from worms to fleas. It's so constipated it's not doing so hot at the litter box training. :( And we're still trying to figure out why there is cat food in the bathroom...