7:30am. After knocking over two pictures, a water bottle, the remote, and tearing pages out of three books, they manage to get me up to feed them.
8:35am. Butt check. (Caught on camera.)
8:38am. Finney eats an unidentified object from the floor. Could be a piece a food, could be a bug, could be a piece of litter from the litterbox, they do not discriminate. Looks up to see if I noticed.
8:45am. Napping resumed.
9:39am. Question posed to me by my cats via telepathy: Just who do you think you’re fooling by covering our meds with food? Because you know what? Claws at the ready.
10:55am. Nap Status Report. Finny is napping with full belly exposure.
While Buddy concentrates on the work-preventage position.
Time to put out the furminator. Mwah-ha-ha.
8:09pm. Went to the movies. Came back and someone had horked up a furball. But for once, they did not hork it up on the white comforter, their usual hork location of choice. By the way, did not love the new Jane Eyre.
I should have tried live blogging the cats on a day I stayed home! After the movies a friend called and we went for a long walk along the Hudson River which was ridiculously pleasant.