Curses, I’ve got more yeast on my body than a bakery floor! If I don’t stop itching soon, I may have to get medieval on mom and dad! What’s it going to take? Am I going to have to rip my fur off and run around the house naked to get some attention? Oh sure, mom and dad give me Benedryl, oatmeal baths, and buy the most expensive hypo-allergenic food they can find, but when is the real effort going to come? It’s just a good thing I can contort myself like a Chinese acrobat, or, I may be climbing a tower! Enough about the itching. Turns out, mom and grams were on the up and up and weren’t doing anything illegal in the garage this weekend. They were just selling their throw away stuff to down trodden people down on their luck. Actually, I think St. Grams sounds quite good, don’t you think?