It's meowy Monday and I seem to be on strike against my cat tree. Ever since my relatives left I have not been in it more than 45 seconds at a time and only three times that mom is aware of. Now, my human brother's little rollaway bed was in here where my tree is, yes, and that may have made it a puzzle to get to the tree (you'd have to see how small the room is and how full of things it was) although I did go in the night occasionally he said. But strange that I haven't been in the tree as I loved it so much. I have been sleeping a great deal. I think I was resting up after over a week of excitement.
I horked up some bomits on my red blankie night before last in the wee hours. Momma got it all cleaned up and put back down and I refuse to sleep on it for now. She will spray it with catnip to see if that helps.
Mom did remark that I seem to be down to once a week or so nowadays on the horking.
She just told me I have to stop dictating as she needs to go work out. Pish pish tosh! I should continue to come first. I will see you in an hour or so.