Kitties and Woofies, Mom has tried to make my beddie as appealing as possible. She did all she could think of to get me to use it along with all the other places I use. But my answer was always "no". This morning she was looking for me and failed to find me. She wondered if I had slipped into a closet again. Then, by chance she saw me sound asleep in my comfortable beddie.
She took this picture--- which made me crack open an eye to tell her that she had half a dozen like it for pete sake! I also tried out the bedspread she put on yesterday and the pillow shams. I rolled around and dove in everywhere till they were thoroughly messed up. That is my job. I take pride in my work.
By the way, mom finally has new glasses, so her typos which grew storied in their frequency and content have lessened quite a bit. She told me it is amazing how things change when you can see what you're doing at the computer. However she still makes them, but no longer has any excuse to hang her hat on now that she can see better. Me? My claws keep getting stuck between keys.
No mancats allowed in to read this next part. LEAVE! That is my Queenly command. Are you gone? OK.
Ladycats, mom noticed that after I leave my box, at times...not all the time, maybe a total of four times have I leave either a nickel sized drop o' peepee on the kitchen floor, or one the size of a silver dollar. All in line with my path from the box. Sometimes I take off quickly out of the box just for fun. I have done that for years. This peepee spot happens when I leave..not before I get in. I am doing otherwise well, I'm playful, I eat normally and have my usual 2-3 clumps per day...added to the fact that I have a wet cold nosie. I don't have a sickie, and I don't do this all the time. Mom and I wonder, can a lady cat dribble? Sometimes?
No boycats need read this, now. 🙀