exhaustedThis always happens. I try and try to change the obvious signs of impending departure, packing in different rooms, hiding the suitcases, but let's face it: I went and got myself cats from two of the most intelligent breeds of domestic feline, and they know what it means when the cosmetic bags disappear from the bathroom and Mom starts coming around a lot. They put two and two together, come up with five, and devote themselves to making my life a living hell, because if I'm going to leave them, they're going to make me pay. Last night's method of making me pay involved waking me up every twenty minutes. Lilly does this by licking my eyelids. Alice does this by punching me in the face.
I love my cats.
At midnight, I was too tired to cope with any more feline interference, and got up, locking them out of the room. I went back to bed. At one, I was too tired to cope with any more feline interference, and got up, locking them out of the room. I went back to bed. At one-thirty, I was too tired to cope with any more feline interference, and got up, locking them out of the room. I went back to bed. At two...
...I realized that Alice is now long enough to turn the handle on my bedroom door, and that Lilly has understood handles for at least three years. They are conspiring against me to punish me for leaving them.
I am doomed.
August 4 2009, 19:53:24 UTC 7 years ago
Tiger answers being locked out with wailing as if someone is trying to skin him alive. I wonder how long it will take him to learn the door thing. And I wonder how many neighbourhood cats he will bring on next time. Last night, he came home with a girlfriend who was very upset when she had found the way IN through the cat flap but was too scared/bewildered to find the way OUT again.
August 4 2009, 22:00:27 UTC 7 years ago
At least she got out eventually.
August 5 2009, 06:08:49 UTC 7 years ago