So, despite our best efforts to turn Saturday into First Floor Saturday (meaning we wouldn’t leave the first floor all day), Lloyd had a concert so we had to clean up and get out of pajamas. He showered first, then we talked for a while while he reclined at the top of our steps. (It’s surprisingly comfortable.) He got sleepy, so I went to take my shower. When I returned, he had a stowaway.
Yes, she’s in his shirt with her evil eyes.
Aren’t you afraid she’ll remove your kidneys while you’re sleeping?
Is she that mean??
I wondered why she had a tool kit in there….
You are posting a lot of cat stuff. I’m getting a little worried.
Yeah, we really need to get some sort of quality control in on this operation. Or at least do more exciting things.
You guys are turning into the crazy cat people…
To be fair, I was born a crazy cat person. As a child, I believed I had magic powers that drew all cats to me just by holding out my hand. When my dad finally let us get a cat of our own I realized that they just want to be skritched.
If memory serves me correctly, that “power” you have involved nearly getting your finger bit off, a trip to the doctor and a compromised cat.
Not all powers are used for good.
Surprisingly comfortable? Did you ever consider sleeping there to take care of your elevating needs?
How is/did that “cat sitting in a square” experiment going/go? Did she master the art of sitting on a wall yet?
We didn’t actually get around to shrinking the square, but yesterday when Lauren was chasing Cricket off of the counter, I did notice her (Cricket) look around for her square before jumping down to the floor.