Tara is being unusually nice to me for some reason, and said I could use her blog.
Message to Dad. I love sitting on your backpack. It smells just like you. But right now, I could eat you, or those barbeque potato chips on your messy table. Whats the deal with no food? I've been bouncing off the walls all night, jumping on Tara, jumping on the kitchen table, jumping on the screen door. That takes energy!
Oh, I could really go for some of that Seattle salmon Mom brought home...I can't think of anything else......hmmm....whats this?
What was I saying??
9/11/07 11:15 AM UPDATE: The V-E-T just called and said Kavan came through his hooha-ectomy just fine, and is currently coming out of the anesthetic. His middle ears are still a bit inflammed, so he needs to stay on the drops every other day, but other than that is lookin good. Mom will pick him up this afternoon.