The Wake Up Committee

Happy Labor Day. I was trying very hard not to labor, but apparently I NEED to get up. They sent Olivia Wigglebothum first. This is not effective.

Olivia uses a lot of adorable squeaking and wiggling. She rubs herself against me and eventually snuggles in. I consider this an invitation to go back to sleep with a cat. All the better.

This is why they have Miles as back up to employ a more direct assault. He vocalizes loudly, stomps on my pillow and head, applies his wet nose directly to any exposed skin and takes huffing breathes directly in my face. Eventually he makes his way to the bedside lamp where he repeatedly rubs his face against the lampshade, making a noisy vibration that will only stop when I forcibly evict him.

Good luck sleeping in.

Laundry photo shoot

Everybody had to help with the laundry this morning. Miles and Birdie attacked the zippers on the delicates bags. Sookie peaced out which was the most helpful thing. Olivia needed to be in the middle of it. When the Wigglebothum got into the laundry basket, I had to grab the camera. Black and white cat in a round white laundry basket called for digging out the fisheye filter.

Being in a tiny, round space meant Olivia really had to try to catch her tail effectively spinning herself in circles.

Many photos later, she tired herself out.

Bed Hog

I am beyond thrilled that The Bird is my bedtime companion and purring nap buddy. She snuggles against me, holds paws with me and generally tolerates my tossing and turning and need to pee at 3 a.m.

However she has demands. She prefers the left side of the bed which works well for me since my reading lamp and table are on the right. I’d hate to have to rearrange the bedroom. She needs the pillows and blankets pulled back to clear space as she wants to sleep on the fitted sheet. NOT the top sheet!

I try my best to appease her. She weighs 8 pounds and owns the shit out of me.

Wild West

Birdie is the only lady who has spurned Miles’s advances. She doesn’t want groomed or spooned. So when I watched him make a tiny step by step, slow motion advance, and then settle down near her, my melty heart was all “That sweet boy.” He clearly just wants her love.

However Birdie then sat up and made eye contact, turning this into a high noon showdown. Her middle child personality wasn’t buying into any friendly approach bullshit. Their twitching tails reminded me of movie gunslinger standoffs where the camera cuts back and forth to the slightly flexing fingers or squinting eyes. Everyone is frozen and on the verge of action.

I think she should just give in to some cuddles. At least a little grooming.