FFF Version 2.0

Due to some unforeseen circumstances (elaboration shortly) today's post will NOT feature a new recipe for Funky Fresh Friday. Yes, I, too, am sad.

My new trainer, Satan Mike, has me on a new "diet" for a few weeks that is fairly strict. Now, I don't DO diets but this is just to experiment more with my body and it's response to the strength training. He didn't force it--I opted to try it. Oh, and Mike is my NEW trainer--I was working Jonathan, but it wasn't a good fit after all--and I heart Mike. He is my age (exactly!) and we get along like Paris Hilton and excessive eye makeup.

So...instead of Funky Fresh Friday, how about a dose of Feline Furball Friday?? ^..^

Before I hopped in the shower last night, I noticed this:

Cleo rarely comes into the bathroom, much less the tub! I have a separate shower so this tub doesn't really get used. She seems pretty comfortable, no? Silly girl.

So there you have it. FFF Version 2.0, Cleo-Lady-Marmalade-style.