While George and Gracie were on my bedroom chair.
All three were in my bedroom because I was running the Loud Machine of Death in the living room, as I had spilled some crumbs on the rug.
Back in his own home, Rocky was on his bed.
The bed is an old single-bed down comforter with a towel over it in the event of a cat accident. Since the carpet was taken up in that room and the hardwood refinished, his bed is his favorite place to catch a snooze.
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I always look forward to a Caturday.
It's 72F here in the Silly Cone Valley, and I'm doing laundry so I have the front door and the back window open to let some cool air blow through. The kttehs were gathered around the front door sniffing the fresh air coming through the screen door, but then they took off running up and down the hallway, excited about this change from their normal winter routine of sleeping on the furnace grates to keep warm (I keep tellin' the fur bearin' varmints that they are already wearing fur coats and should just sleep on beds or on chair cushions like normal people, but they don't seem to believe me). Now they're all tuckered out and sleeping under various furniture, where photos show nothing but a vague dark shape. Ah yes, it's Caturday :).
- Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin
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