Sharing kids. Mother’s Day warmth.
Love to all mom types.
The cats…again.
Vet Choices
When you are being so extra at the vet that hiding under your roommate seems like a good choice.
The two of you would never get this close in real life and will never speak of this again.
Whisker Haiku
Sun Cult
A sign of spring is that the sun worshipers are back. I’m not sure why the coveted fluffy bed is the focal point, but it’s nice to see them hang out together.
Where is Homer, you ask?
He was busy being orange.
I Might Be Biased
What animals make the best/worst pets?
As we hit mid morning nap time, I couldn’t adore my five roommates more. They are adorable sleepy angels.
They are also not sneezing into my mouth, screaming to be fed at 5 a.m., leaving surprise dingleberries in my sleepy path, leaving cold slimy hairballs in my sleepy path, throwing up recent food from the top of a bookshelf, shredding the plastic bag and sampling the one bagel I was saving for a breakfast treat, furiously pounding on the bathroom door because I dared close it, wrestling to leave tufts of hair across the carpet right after I vacuumed, or testing all lamps and tchotchkes to see if I remembered to secure them with museum putty.
Cats are the best. ( Really. I love them.)
Caturday Cub
Just a lion cub’s tum in a box of paper. That is all.
Don’t GET. UP.
Olivia Wigglebothum continues to misinterpret the goals and techniques of the GET. UP. Committee. This morning, she cried until I lifted the blankets enough for her to get under them; snuggled into my armpit; sneezed directly into my face, we’re still battling a cat herpes flare up; then went to sleep on my arm. I certainly wasn’t getting up after that.
Miles had to send in Homer to chase invisible adversaries across the covers to get me going.
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