High Cotton

Tomorrow morning we are off to Dallas to cheer on the Razorbacks in the Cotton Bowl.

I've taken down the Christmas decorations.

I've thought about packing.

I've some concerns that Oliver might destroy the house in our absence.

This morning, The King was working at his desk when he noticed Oliver was perched on the very back of a chair. He felt as if Oliver looked back at him as if to say, "Watch this". And then Oliver soared to the mantle.

Above the fireplace.

The mantle.

The King then dove for the floor to catch the beautiful decorative plate that was plummeting toward the cold hard floor.

Which he caught. (Props to The King. He did mention something about knowing that the cost of replacing the beautiful decorative plate and its companion would probably lead to a new clock and who-knows-what-else and he figured the broken bones he might suffer would pale in comparison to the cost of one broken plate at The Palace. Whatever.)

I came into the kitchen yesterday morning to find that Oliver was squeezed on top of the microwave which is encased in the top cabinets in my kitchen.

Apparently Oliver has just discovered that he can jump.

That just does not bode well for The Palace.

So, while we are rooting for the Hogs and welcoming the New Year, I will pretty much constantly be uneasy about the destruction and ruin concurrently taking place at The Palace.

Your thoughts and prayers would be appreciated.