A Bit More
I know you all will indulge me as long as I need to do this -
Sunday night - what a pang as I got out only 7 saucers for their FancyFeasting...
And today I realized I hadn't gone through my parting routine at all this week - "Be good, be sweet, behave! You be good, and I'll be back (insh'allah). Be sweet to each other, and, remember, Banshee is Boss!" 'Toonya is Boss, now, but I don't think she's ready quite yet, either.
And breakfast - typically, on work days, I take coffee into the dining room and listen to the radio while reading yesterday's newspaper. Usually I'd have at least 3 girls - Banshee, Petunnia and Cloud - all lounging elegantly and companionably on their blankies and making me welcome as an honorary table-top dweller.... For whatever reason, at the moment the table-top is deserted.
Last but not least, thank you so much, PoliticalCat - I've read every one of your comments even if I haven't been able to respond to each. Your wise and loving thoughts do my heart much good! Love to the little 4feetz, everywhere!!
Sunday night - what a pang as I got out only 7 saucers for their FancyFeasting...
And today I realized I hadn't gone through my parting routine at all this week - "Be good, be sweet, behave! You be good, and I'll be back (insh'allah). Be sweet to each other, and, remember, Banshee is Boss!" 'Toonya is Boss, now, but I don't think she's ready quite yet, either.
And breakfast - typically, on work days, I take coffee into the dining room and listen to the radio while reading yesterday's newspaper. Usually I'd have at least 3 girls - Banshee, Petunnia and Cloud - all lounging elegantly and companionably on their blankies and making me welcome as an honorary table-top dweller.... For whatever reason, at the moment the table-top is deserted.
Last but not least, thank you so much, PoliticalCat - I've read every one of your comments even if I haven't been able to respond to each. Your wise and loving thoughts do my heart much good! Love to the little 4feetz, everywhere!!
posted by Lizzy at 8:48 PM
1 Comments:
Of course we will, dearest Lizzy. Speaking makes the pain go away.
Well, of course you didn't go through your routine — it hasn't been a routine week. Besides, the little ones know exactly what they're supposed to do — they just don't do it, is all.
'Toonz is probably conferring with Lucy and Cloud about her new responsibilities — which can't be done on table-tops, you know. As soon as she's got her schedule down, she'll be back to welcome you, with her little entourage.
Thank you so much for teh luvz. It's very very hot here — in the 90s, and such — and I suddenly find myself surrounded by loooong, flat, utterly silent cats. They've barely moved all day, which inspires me to do wicked things such as poke their bellies with my toes (they slit a weary eye at me with promises of bad behaviour to come in cooler weather) and seize their long tails with my prehensile toes. For some reason, Zingiber doesn't get the whole concept of "heat." He thinks one relieves it by lying in The Squashasana upon the nearest hoomin. I draped an ice-pack over him yesterday, and he didn't get that, either.
I recommend much squooshing of little furballs. It relieves the heart of pain. Although mine do look at me with bemusement as if to say "Why do you make water from the eyes, hoomin?" Very rude, they are. And most unappreciative. But squooshably delightful nonetheless.
Squooshes to all at 922 Cats. Including hoomins.
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