We have yet to hang the outer curtain, but that will come very soon. The important thing is - a shower. Yay.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrePXxulYhmdFeKbINRJPgqaN5UaIvHlz3sSnA8wgD3sE3PmEX-UYnykY8KSONvOPNFdjQuhfkx7zwcw_H1vuRR_F2X52asagmziRhurij5wZlGIo9WwqI3JuRLuTLjXBar3UUv6Vxq_Q/s320/IMG_0353.JPG)
And this is what Molly wants to bring home.
How can we refuse?
(Please - help me find a way to refuse!)
It's so soft.
And cute.
And fuzzy.
And it rides on her shoulder.
And it hasn't actually pooped on anything or clawed up any sofas or barfed any hairballs yet so I'm still susceptible to the cuteness. Beorn is remaining strong, though. He says it must live in the barn and she can visit it out there. He remembers stepping in cat puke and having shredded furniture with much more ire than I do.
Due to my recent experience of the Poop Storm of 2010 that occured in my bathroom, I fully understand the unquenchable love for having a working shower. Added to that, despite theoretically having 2 bathrooms, it had been over a year since the shower in the boys' bath worked. Now I have TWO, and feel a little decadent!!