OK, I'm really joking, but I was not feeling the love this morning. At 4a. When they decided to bound around madly, attacking my feet, walking up and down on me, kneading on my arm (I have a bruise on my shoulder!!), getting right in my face and MMMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRing.
I finally pitched them out of the bedroom and closed the door. Which caused scratching and crying. But when I went back to sleep, I didn't hear that....
I'd love to have a couple more but DH is hesitant about giving Conde a brother or sister of the furry kind, he spoils that cat rotten let me tell you and he's afraid Conde might get jealous of another cat...
Haha I was up at 4:00 to thanks to my little Manx cat. She wanted to stand on me and tell me all about her day. She followed me to the toilet when I got up and then jumped on the lid so I couldn't use it. All the time she is chatting away at me.
Oh, they were both in excellent voice, loudly telling me and each other all about whatever was on their little furry minds. I wasn't interested in chatting at 4a.
They have that "You put me out of the room????? " look on their faces. How dare you Momma!
Tula tormented DBF at 4am this morning too. He's going to wake her uo when it's her turn for a nap today, lol.
Big, tragic eyes! I swear, they'd have been quivering their chins, if they could.
This morning was much better. No romping at 4a. They did let me know, politely, at 6a that they were starving to death and wasting away was imminent (please note how wasted they are in the pics!). Since I had a go to the bathroom anyway, I fed them and went back to bed. When I woke up again, they were snuggled up to me and each other.
