I thought I’d take this opportunity to show you guys who are cat-less what you’re [not] missing out on.
Basically, this diary couldn’t summarize it any better. Cats rule the roost. Case in point? My bed is not mine if Mouse decides it’s his.
This is what happens when I try to make his bed.
Fitted sheet: successfully on.
Flat sheet: attempt one.
Maybe he’s just upset that my sheets don’t match…but I see fire in these eyes!
After multiple attempts removing him from the sheet to the other room (my door closes but the knob is broken and he pushes through it) I came out of the battle triumphant.
…but he is not one to admit defeat.
…so I just put layer two over him.
Luckily, the blankets were easier to put on than a flimsy sheet. And he got comfortable…
…but I had still more layers.
And then I was done. And naturally, as soon as I was done, he remembered he was hungry and moseyed on into the kitchen.
…while SaBaay supervised the coin counting.
Can you just see her planning all the tasty vittles she’ll be buying?
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Do you have a change bucket?