It is impossible to make my bed in the morning ! As soon as I get out, the little group (except Kim the maverick) gets in and if I only try they look at me with reproachful eyes. So I have to wait until they finish their second morning siesta. I tell you I really am a poor victim. On the other hand it's practical too, I don't have to open my bed in the evening either.
These are a few cat rules, which they respect :
Whenever you miss the sandbox, cover it up.
Dragging a sock over it helps. (or underpants)
If you can't get your way, lay across the keyboard till you do.
When you are hungry, meow loudly so they feed you just to shut you up.
Always find a good patch of sun to nap in.
Nap often to keep you in shape
When in trouble, just purr and look cute.
A couple owned by cats. The bedroom.
hahahahaha this is very funny. and yes, I have given in to that loud meeeeowwwwing.
I hope you and the kitties have a fabulous Friday and a happy week-end
It is cold here but sunny
we have a lot of snow.. so much for global warming....
anything to make the kitties happy! on Sunday, after I feed them, I go right back to bed with them.
I met you at Hillsides garden blog. I also collect cats .
It is funny here. Es gefällt mir hier, werde dich nun öfter mal besuchen.
How lucky you are. At least you have half of a bed to share. We have sleeping bags only. Don't want to think about what will happen to them if the litterbox does'nt shines and smells like roses.
PS. A new birdsong available. For your cats well-being.
And take photos. OK? shhh.
After the morning staff meeting and feeding chores, I'm free to go about my day, of course if I go in a room and close the door, the entire group wants to come in and find out what I'm doing (another rule for your list). I can't understand why they all think when I open a can in the kitchen it must be cat food, they have never had can-opener cat food, only pop-top cans...still, of course everything in the world is about the cat.
They aren't allowed in the bedroom, and not on the bed at all, unless nobody notices them and reminds them they aren't allowed. I'm then reminded who really runs the house and makes the rules, with a twitch of the tail and a long stretch, on the bed, in the sunny spot.
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