The G has a terrible diaper rash. We've been fighting it since Halloween when she was a lamb for the festivities. Last night it reached a breaking point with blisters and bleeding appearing after her nap. While caring for her, Bug knelt beside her, stroked her cheek gently, and said, "Don't worry sister. We'll take care of you. I'm a pirate."
Since Mike, Jenn, and Kasten this summer, Bug has been infatuated with pirates and their rotting teeth and their odd "arghs." If he's not a kitty, he's a pirate at home and on crazy days, he's a pirate kitty. Argh, lesson learned, take ye comforts where they be even if from
friends far away.