Copycats. And speaking of cats...

i have figured out that arkansas has no identity of its own, and therefore must steal everything everybody else.

case in point:

texarkana

arklahoma

arkadelphia

and the best: arkansas. it can't even have its own name. it has to have the name of another state contained therein.

but it is beautiful. no doubt about that. and the people are lovely. now if only the evil empire it hosts (tyson) would self-destruct.

we are staying for a few days with the henne family. they live outside of plainview, which is bigger than my hometown (butte falls, or; pop 350), but smaller than dardanelle, ar (pop 2300). they raise scottish fold kitties and i got to pet 25 of them tonight before bed. there is nothing like baby kitty cats. i even toyed with the idea of adopting one in the fall when skool starts and i chain myself to my desk chair so the company would be welcome.

o god, i am now one step closer to being the old maid who dies alone with her 21 cats. help me.

one of the babymeows. such cuteness

oh, and let's not forget another cat-lover, myerson. who stole my bikini top the other night while hosting a pool party at the rice planter inn in walterboro, sc. the lure of tna knows no gender boundaries.