Ccccrrrccrcccchhhccrchh.
Giving my cats a ball of aluminum foil to play with was not a good idea, especially late at night. All I hear is "cccrrrcrrrrcrrrrhhhhh." (That's my impression of foil scraping against hardwood floor.)
Frank and Ella's adjustment has been really great. It took them only a day to get comfortable enough to sleep on my bed, yet they haven't taken to sleeping on it with me. I'm kind of glad for that, because I have a tendency not to share my bed. I swear, it's like they know.
Fast forward a week and a half. I have two cats who are mesmerized by my shower, who watch my every move as if it will be something amazing, and who fear the wrath of the almighty spray gun.
And my Chat Noir tapestry is in grave danger.
Frank and Ella's adjustment has been really great. It took them only a day to get comfortable enough to sleep on my bed, yet they haven't taken to sleeping on it with me. I'm kind of glad for that, because I have a tendency not to share my bed. I swear, it's like they know.
Fast forward a week and a half. I have two cats who are mesmerized by my shower, who watch my every move as if it will be something amazing, and who fear the wrath of the almighty spray gun.
And my Chat Noir tapestry is in grave danger.
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