Scary Tom. Then again there probably isn't a street corner in Vegas, or many places in the cities we visit, that haven't had someone killed or otherwise victimized. It is just of a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time sometimes. Grant it I just drove through Vegas on my way to see Cat but my impression was that place is a nasty depressing pit.
It was better a few years ago. They tried to make it a family-friendly vacation resort, but they soon realized that's not what people go there for. They went back to promoting the more sordid aspects of Sin City, i.e., "What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas."


, that was where Tom and Lois usually went.


Kitties are fun. Punkin is a terror all day then crashes hard all evening then wakes up and tears about all night. So Leyla wakes to a sweet sleeping cuddly kitten, goes to work and I get the cranial attack stuff for a few hours and pick up the stuff she likes to knock over all day just to see me pick it up. Then Leyla returns and sweet tired kitty rides around in the bottom of her shirt that she turns up into a pouch, plays gently, and snoozes. Leyla goes to sleep and the kitten goes back to attacking my feet and the dog's tail 
Then again Tasmin did that her whole life. Punkin learned the hard way that the top to the kitchen trash is a trap door that falls open when you climb on it


