We’ve arrived at another Friday! Raise your paw if you’re happy about that (all paws raised here!). It’s been a very rainy week here in Southern California. I don’t mind the rain and certainly welcome it to help with drought conditions. But our poor dog Eddie hates the rain, so it’s been a tough week for him. I think he wishes he had an indoor litter box.
Here’s what the cats have been chatting about this past week.
Dexter: Mama, Olive stole my treat again.
Olive: What?!? I would never!
Dexter: This is the second time this week.
Olive: Maybe someone should eat their treats faster. I can’t be blamed for your slow eating habits.
Face Sleeper Problems
Harley: Mama, I’ve got a bone to pick with your face.
Mama: What’s wrong with my face?
Harley: I was sleeping on it last night and it’s too lumpy.
Mama: I assume you mean my cheekbone that you were laying on? Maybe you should find a new place to sleep that’s not my face.
Harley: I most certainly will not! You should just de-lump your face, Mama.
In the early morning hours, Harley moves from the end of the bed up to my pillow. Occasionally, he decides to sleep on my face. I don’t know how it’s comfy for him. It certainly isn’t for me. But I’d rather him sleep on my face than not with me at all. Do your cats sleep in weird places? Like on your face?
Iz dat yummy?
Sophie: Mama, I sees that you haz ice cream.
Mama: You sees correctly.
Sophie: It looks yummy.
Mama: It is yummy. Mint chocolate chip…my favorite.
Sophie: I wish I could know if it was my favorite, too.
Mama: Are you feeling better, Woodrow?
Woodrow: I think so, Mama. But an extra treat tonight would probably help me feel even more better. Like the most bestest I’ve ever felt.
Woodrow went to the vet shortly after we got back from vacation for a little URI flare-up. He had gunk coming from one eye and the vet noted very mild upper airway congestion. He’s halfway through his seven days of meds and is already back to his normal treat-begging self.
The Shadow Doesn’t Get It
Dexter: Another photo? Geez, Mama! Between you and your camera – and Sophie always being my shadow…I can’t get a moment’s peace around here!
Sophie: Yeah, Mama! We can’t get a moment’s peace around here!
Harley: Hey guys, you look pretty comfy there. Are you looking for another cuddle buddy?
Dexter: Move along, Harley. Three’s a crowd.
Harley has never shown any interest in cuddling with another cat. But yesterday, he went up to Woodrow and head bunted him twice!!! Woodrow then went to groom Harley’s head, but he got all Woodrowy-awkward and gave him a love bite instead. Harley of course took offense and left. But baby steps, amiright? Woodrow doesn’t cuddle with other cats either. Just humans. But he has shown interest in grooming Sophie before. But not humans. Got all that? What about your cats? Are they cuddlers, groomers, love biters?
Woodrow: Okay, Mama. I’m ready for my belly check.
Mama: Woodrow! How many times have I told you…I don’t need to sign off on your grooming. It was one time that I said something after finding some litter stuck to your bum.
Woodrow: It was very embarrassing, Mama.
Mama: Well, I’m sorry I said anything. Your belly looks good. Wait, did you miss a spot right there?
Mama: Only joking. Your belly is perfect, just like you.
Bonus Friday Photo
Sophie is a big goof…even when cuddling.
Have a wonderful weekend!