Bolsheviks! And Fiona is 23 months old!

Because it is bitterly cold here in D.C. right now (18 degrees as I type this, which is pretty brisk for these parts), I decided it was due time to break out the old Russian fur hat, bought in the CCCP back in 1989. And don't the girls look fetching! OK, they look a bit insane, but so what - it's amusing. The cats will enjoy the hat, too, as it is 100% pure rabbit. This was before the anti-fur social movements, so forgive me. I was in the USSR in January - I needed the hat to survive. And yes, I bought it on the black market. Thanks for asking. ;->

On a more important note, Fiona is 23 months old. For those of you who can't do math, that makes her one month away from TWO years old! She is very talkative, and loves singing Bob the Builder, her ABCs, songs from Spamalot, and certain tunes from The Little Mermaid. She has quite the stubborn streak, which we are trying to handle through various techniques (none have yet succeeded). 95% of the time she is very silly, fun, playful, and extremely loving. She loves running to you, arms fully extended like an airplane, for a giant hug. She crashes into you with extreme force, throwing her full weight into it. We positively adore her, tamtrums and all!