Kitties, the battle of the beds is still ongoing and I am, as always, the declared winner.
I started at the side she prefers for herself (poor thing) and managed to get into the middle, and she really was hanging on to the opposite side where she hates to be by the time I was finished.
I miss brovver but I have my regular routine going and that is keeping me from being too sads. Last night was a three toy night, to show you an example. My donkey, my fat pink mousie that Dyl gave me and...ducky. But I still hopped back up and shoved her over some more and I was the declared winner of: The Bed Wars.
Mom is helping me now but she will go immediately to the litterbox to clean it. If there is not a better deposit in it than the past two days, she calls for an appointment you-know-where for ME!
Purr for our Moosey. Hims is not well at all. xxoo