Babies are weaning, adolescents are going to new homes and it's musical cages time again. I put Aime and Katsu in the bathroom with the big dust bath and sat down to watch them. Aime seems to have decided I needed involved in the dusting. She rolled, ran over to me, climbed up and even insisted I lift her to my shoulder, shook, slid down my chest, rolled, bounced across my lap, rolled, asked to be picked up.... She really didn't care about Katsu. She was too busy coating me in blue cloud. I tried to brush it all off but I keep ending up with dust in my mouth.
My french fries were a bit gritty. I finally just took a shower. Glad I didn't get the sparkly version.
