Life is rather boring for my cat family. It is still very cold outside and although they have a fur coat which I don't have, they don't go out, or very little.
The only "agitated" moment when I see my cats moving is in the morning when they expect their breakfast. Kim fearing an earthquake sits under the table, before she decides from which bowl she should eat.
Pookie, as soon as one of us dares to cough or move in the bed, she starts to give her morning concert ! Here she waits for Mr. G. coming out of the bathroom.
Then she meows non stop until one of us has lifted her up to her bar, for her morning coffee. It's unbelievable what a noise such a little cat can produce. Our poor nerves.
Rosie after having spent the night on my bed, moves to her basket for the whole day ! The mousies remain untouched, she doesn't even put them in the food bowls anymore.
I caught a special moment on this picture, Kim giving Rosie a kiss. As they were raised together she still considers Pookie as her mother.
Even Arthur is bored, no people in the street, no neighbors working in the gardens, so besides stealing food, he has no other occupation and keeps Mr. G's chair warm.
If there would be a laziness award, my cats would win the first price !