Happy Friday! Can you believe it? No Dexter/Sophie snuggle photos this week! I wonder if they’re having a little spat. Here’s to hoping they make up soon so I can get more snuggle shots.
Here’s what the cats were up to this week!
Woodrow: Why isn’t he home yet?
Mama: Cat dad will be here soon.
Woodrow: My internal clock says he’s late.
Mama: I think your internal clock is early.
Woodrow: Drat! My batteries must be low.
Mama: If your batteries are low, you’d be running late.
Woodrow: Oh, they must be running high.
Mama: ∗sigh∗ Right, Woodrow. They must be running high.
Here’s Woodrow waiting patiently for cat dad to get home from work today. Woodrow spends most of his time upstairs in my office each day, but he knows when it’s time to head down and wait for Ross right by the front door. Do your cats do this?
Mama: Still feeling sorry for yourself?
Harley: Mama, I was soaking wet. Soaking!
Mama: That’s a bit of a stretch. And it was your fault for moving.
Harley: I’d eaten all of my tube treat, so fluid time should’ve been over.
Mama: You always finish your treat before we’re done.
Harley: Well, let this teach you that I should get two tube treats during fluids.
Mama: Or, let this teach you to stay put.
Harley: Lesson not learned, Mama! I do what I want!
This handsome fella is feeling sorry for himself. During his sub-q fluids this morning (for his chronic kidney disease), Harley got a little excited and the needle popped out. He got a bit wet before I could shut off the fluids. This is the first time it’s happened since we started administering fluids several months ago. He’s usually very calm and easy to handle. I guess he just wanted to remind us who’s in charge.
Sophie: Mama, do you think I’ll ever find my purse?
Mama: Which one? Because the little one Lexy and Lola gave you is right behind you.
Mama: Behind you.
Sophie: I looked there.
Mama: It’s right behind you!
Sophie: I don’t see it.
Mama: ∗sigh∗ No, I don’t think you’ll ever find your purse.
Sophie: Let’s look together, Mama. I need to find it before that chicken leg goes bad.
Mama: Can I put this blanket away?
Dexter: You may not.
Woodrow: Bop-a-rooni, a bee-bop-boop! Skwee-dee-du-wop!
Not So Wordless
Olive: Mama, I’m not feeling very chatty today. How about we just post a #WordlessWednesday photo?
Mama: Okay, I’ll do that.
Olive: But be sure to tell everyone I say hello.
Mama: Then it won’t be wordless.
Olive: Maybe just wave at them?
Mama: Um, okay.
Olive: And tell them I love them. But no words, Mama!
Proud Pouch Kitty
Mama: What are you doing on the table?
Sophie: I’m celebrating! It’s Primordial Pouch Thursday!
Mama: Is that a thing?
Sophie: It is now! Come on, Mama. Let’s celebrate our pouches!
Mama: I don’t have a pouch!
Mama: Well, at least not a primordial pouch.
Bonus Friday Photos
This is how I know when it’s time for their evening snack. Woodrow was just out of view of the camera by Olive.
Have a wonderful weekend!