This is (I think) Tiffany and (I know) Sydney. It was taken when poor Tippy was still alive but he was always so shy I don’t think it can be him. Tiffany is the cat at Mother’s who came into the house shortly after Tippy’s sudden and totally unexpected death. I am hesitant to post this because Sydney and I suspect she may have evil powers. We once made an unkind comment about her and found ourselves ill for a couple of days.
Look at your own risk . . . Oh, I should have said that first. Sorry.
My husband opened our cell phone bill . . . somewhere around $750. Fortunately, we had noted a seemingly inaccurate accounting of minutes on the Internet a few days ago, accompanied by the announcement that some statements weren’t available due to a change in their accounting/billing system. So he did not grab his chest and go face down. Instead, Bing and the rest of the guys had to peel him off the ceiling. I kid . . . I think.
Anyway, he sat down and went through it and called them. Yes, something was wrong . . . so it is okay now. But we salute him, oh courageous negotiator.
And we talk on . . .