CATS ON TUESDAYI still have self elected inside cats. I don't have to go outside anymore and scream their names because it's so stormy that they are afraid to be blown away and land I don't know where.
So what to do with their time. They groom themselves for hours and I admire the positions they can take. Imagine just for a moment you would wash yourself the same way. I think we would have quiet some difficulties, even the most flexible person amongst us. Not to speak about how ridiculous we would look.
For a cat it's different. They look cute in their Yoga contortionisic poses.
Besides eating like horses they also sleep like logs.
Arthur has chosen Mr. G's desk and snores peacefully while Mr. G plays cards on his computer, and the wind whistles around the house.
This was not the wind which made Pookie's head so blurr, but she shaked her head in disagreement, because I wanted to use her as model for ABC wednesday pictures and the word "doll".
Finally she sniffed at it and agreed, so I could make my "D" picture for tomorrow.
It's quiet a boring time. My cats do nothing else but eat and sleep only Rosie works and puts her mousies every night in her water bowl. But even she plays less and leaves Arthur in peace. I think they are all waiting for spring to come.