Running, jumping, bouncing and bobbing off of the cat
tree, shelves box’s and chairs oh my! Was that a cat or what that
just flew by? I wake up to the sounds of pitter patter. NO I DON’T.
I wake up to catarobics! Are you kidding me. I could jump out of
bed but hey, it’s a free show. Its once again a trained inner control
that allows me to ignore the crashing sounds of God knows what. I figure
I’ll find out later, what’s the point, what’s done is done and I should have
put whatever it is away. Meanwhile, I’m here in the moment with my own romper room show. Also in part because I’m exhausted most of the
time. However I’m amazed at what amazes them. I’m amazed at the joy
they get just from chasing each other around this self made obstacle course only they seem to know the design of. While all of this is going on with say, 6 or so felions, there are about 6 more trying their very best to see just how much hair they can stick up my nose before I have to get up and feed them.
They are using my own trick on me in reverse. Kiss and snuggle the human to death and pile as many bodies on her face until you get what you want.
Which is at this moment BREAKFAST thank you!
Welcome to the army. Can you imagine breakfast, coffee and litter box’s just about simultaneously? It’s a must do.
There is no stopping, do not pass go. Once the feet hit the floor we
shift from “what a wonderful cat wonderland” into nothing less then a militant atmosphere. You have to with this many. You can not skip a beat or else! And this my friends is just one teeny reason I take so many “cats
at sleep” pictures. The big ahhhhh as there is peace in the kingdom after
the morning rush. The other day I took notice of one of the girls preening herself and thought … no matter what goes on a cat will take time to take care of themselves. I should take a page from that book. We all should take a page from that book. You know, stop and smell the roses. Stop and watch the birds. Whatever your cup of tea or catnip
is.
tree, shelves box’s and chairs oh my! Was that a cat or what that
just flew by? I wake up to the sounds of pitter patter. NO I DON’T.
I wake up to catarobics! Are you kidding me. I could jump out of
bed but hey, it’s a free show. Its once again a trained inner control
that allows me to ignore the crashing sounds of God knows what. I figure
I’ll find out later, what’s the point, what’s done is done and I should have
put whatever it is away. Meanwhile, I’m here in the moment with my own romper room show. Also in part because I’m exhausted most of the
time. However I’m amazed at what amazes them. I’m amazed at the joy
they get just from chasing each other around this self made obstacle course only they seem to know the design of. While all of this is going on with say, 6 or so felions, there are about 6 more trying their very best to see just how much hair they can stick up my nose before I have to get up and feed them.
They are using my own trick on me in reverse. Kiss and snuggle the human to death and pile as many bodies on her face until you get what you want.
Which is at this moment BREAKFAST thank you!
Welcome to the army. Can you imagine breakfast, coffee and litter box’s just about simultaneously? It’s a must do.
There is no stopping, do not pass go. Once the feet hit the floor we
shift from “what a wonderful cat wonderland” into nothing less then a militant atmosphere. You have to with this many. You can not skip a beat or else! And this my friends is just one teeny reason I take so many “cats
at sleep” pictures. The big ahhhhh as there is peace in the kingdom after
the morning rush. The other day I took notice of one of the girls preening herself and thought … no matter what goes on a cat will take time to take care of themselves. I should take a page from that book. We all should take a page from that book. You know, stop and smell the roses. Stop and watch the birds. Whatever your cup of tea or catnip
is.
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