May 17th: I LOVE Saturdays -- sleep an hour later and what happens is that Cleo grabs my nightshirt in her teeth and bites and pulls -- and as Im swimming to consciousness I have this horrible thought: what if she bits a little deeper and takes a hunk out of my shoulder? Not good so Im petting her, easing my nightshirt out of her nice very sharp little teeth and telling her shes beautiful and a sweetheart and please, please, just ten more minutes, but alas, not even five more minutes. Im up and at their food station -- three big cat bodies ribboning through my legs, talking in lovely loud voices, about how theyre STARVING and WHERE AM I when theyre in need? And should they report me to cat-welfare? And Im moving really fast to get the food down and its amazing -- once the plates are down, complete and absolute silence, three heads in food, and happiness reigns. This gives me one blessed minute to get the dry food in bowls -- Eli always looks up to see if Im doing it just the way he likes it, then returns to scarf down his ocean whitefeast and tuna feast. One of you said Godzilla gets raves -- cant wait -- All of you, find some play time today, and I mean, really play, no worries, no stress, no but Ive got to get this done or the world will end -- NO, pick your play time and thats all youll do --
Posted on: Sat, 17 May 2014 14:51:27 +0000
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