OK I was leaning south since the nasty north wind is blowing here in Texas again like a screaming banshee. That said, in order to keep our Feline Queen on her paws (err I mean toes) and see if she can land on her feet with out the aid of catnip, we will Forego dogging the plethora of possible flying hair balls and play Santa Anita. 9 races is always better than 11 for us in the "over the hill gang" anyway.
If I came up with anymore jibberish, jocular innuendo and juxtaposition or I may have to drop my cookies. SA it is then.
Ruffian, I use your cat like cunning only as a crutch because I luvs ya!!!
