I knew it.
Granny Hawkins got her 
on you.
Bad, bad, bad Mister Fish face!
If they’re wise, the Meezers will commence military training exercises now. So glad you are and Jojo are doing so well!
So many to choose from…
Way behind you.
Beck is home again!
I have proof positive that Beck does indeed have magical powers. I apologize because I said I’d stop posting about this, but I wanted you to know, Beck, that I’m glad I heeded your advice and kept Al Vocado because he suddenly has FOUR new leaves! He has no old ones now, so he’s the plant version of Jojo and his new fur growth.
I don’t know how you do this stuff long distance, Beck. That plant was circling the drain.
Oh. I’m just that 
good. @nelliebly
I kid I have a way with plants too.
But dang I have bad karma.
I am waiting with bated breath for Jojo’s Great Homecoming. If the Meezers think they can intimidate him they’re in for a surprise. I’m sure Jojo has street smarts like they’ve never seen! 
So true. They’re more mouth than muscle.
The Siamese way.
The question is, who among the menagerie will be Jojo’s best friend? I predict Bayliss. Two lost souls, strays in the wilderness, both come under the Beck’s loving care!
As for the Meezers – meh! They just hate everyone! 
They have Court Intrigue, including eunuch assassins, like he’s never seen. Meezers do not suffer interlopers gladly.
They are definitely worse in pairs. If I wasJoJo I would sleep with one eye open and my claws out.
But this comes naturally to a former alley cat, a natural survivalist. I say this not with disdain, but as a badge of honour. Jojo has experienced the ways of the cruel world in a way that the pampered Meezers never have.
Hoo Boy…
I bow to your greatness with plants.
I kill plants. As soon as a plant understands he belongs to me, Death appears.
If I plant something outside, it has a 50/50 chance of survival. Sometimes.
~VOW
I really predict Jojo will like everyone. Humanoid.
Bayliss will peruse him from a distance til he’s sure.
If he does Jojo like all the other floor dwellers, Bayliss will push him around with his nose. And do the smell test thoroughly. He’ll be polite.
The Siamese will not suffer him to be in their presence without hissing and spitting.
It’ll work. It’ll just take a few days of fur flying and creating a safe zone.
I’m not worried.
Too much🤯!!
Meezers on your headboard.
JoJo sleeping on your feet.
Each of them pretending they don’t know the other is there.
That’s my guess for how this works out, anyway.
New day, new way
I went to Dialysis in the afternoon yesterday.
They looked me over as I checked in.
The Director (my new bestie–and all around Ms. Nosy-britches) came in and decided to visit.
She decided I looked like hell(only your bestie or hairdresser will tell you the truth, glad I know that, NOW).
I told her the Circus-with-scary-clowns, I had went home too.
My dialysis was very slow. I was very tired. So, of course, I fell asleep.
This concerned my BFF.
I didn’t know she was a medical clinician. She ordered a few general tests while I slept.
They woke me up,
(best rest I was having in 2 days.) Asked inane questions. And were generally aggravating.
BFF came back in. I had muted up by then.
She signed, “What is going on at your house?”
I told her: "Visitors, filth, kids acting like pet monkeys, pets being obnoxious, cooking, eating, drinkin’, party-ing, whooping it up half the night.
She told me I had to put a stop to all this or she would.
(did my new BFF threaten me?)
So I go home and call a family(
) meeting. I had half the room crying. Mr.Wrekker pissed and one person patting my shoulder, irritatingly.
I got up, sanitized my hands and went upstairs to sleep, and yes, rest. HEAR that!!, Miss. BFF/dialysis lady!
I never heard a party last night. Slept well.
I feel very good today!j is
I ain’t going back to reha beb.
Funny how I grew a backbone, found my voice to help my 'cause.(she says, hesitantly)
Way to lay down the law, Beck!
Sweetie, your Director/BFF didn’t threaten YOU. She threatened all those heathens who have overrun YOUR house!
Sounds like she would have started at the top of the pyramid of destruction: Big Wrek hisself.
Frankly, the shoulder-patting would have driven me crazy! Unless, of course, it was one of the babies trying to soothe me.
You need some time with the Baby Wrekkers. Have the older kids tell you stories of everything that happened while you were away, and chew on little baby body parts. Blow raspberries on little fat bellies, gnaw on itsy-bitsy toes and fingers, and chew on necks. OMG, baby necks are so sweet and delicious!
Then get them all settled around you, and you can tell the Big Adventure Story about how you rescued JoJo, and how he took over the vet’s practice and showed those people how the place should be done!
Love you, Beck! Welcome Home!
~VOW
Sometimes you just need make rules. My 2 brothers went home this morning. My eldest sister and her daughter will hang around a few more days.
I had a grandwrex meeting with the kids and explained how we would go back to the previous way of being. I need to say they were great about it. They came up with their own rules for decent behaviors. I just adore these kids.
Mr. Wrekker found a cleaning company to come next week to get my house back to clean like I want it. Boy, I’m happy about that.
DIL has left the babies here twice since I’ve been home. I’m not really up to baby sitting, at this time. I was a little sharp with her about that. I know she is accustomed to leaving the older girls here.
I’d love to have the babies all day everyday. I simply can’t do it, yet.
And there’s just so much activity here it’s nearly dangerous.
I believe I have these folks all on the same page, now.
Son-of-a-wrek was doing the patting.
That boy ain’t right.