My mom and dad think I sleep oddly, but I think they just are too tense to let a good sleep catch them wherever they are. I, however, can take a nap anywhere. Unless my dad wakes me up with his flashy box. Then I'll just glare at him a little and go back to sleeps.
Sleep well all, let the nap take you anytime you need one.
I was sitting on the desk waiting for my dad to feed me when it looked like the flashy box went off, from the outside. Then a huge rolling boom came in. I had to see what happened outside, but I couldn't see anything. My mom said that we kitties will be having so much fun today with the thunder.... It's May!
My dad was torturing me. He made me sniff this stuff, he called "Tuna" petromalt. It smelt terrible. He said it was supposed to help with hairballs. Then he put it on my paw. Needless to say, I promptly flung most of it off onto the floor and walls.
Then I ran into the basement and hid on the little shelf by the books. He said he was sorry and gave me a treat, but I just swatted it off.
Finally, he got the stuff off my paw (you can see it in the photo he took while I was pouting at him on my left paw.)
They said it was a Dark and Stormy. I thought I was the dark and stormy one around here.
And then we got tortured by taking us to the evil vet lady. Though she did say I was very beautiful. Which is true. And she said I didn't need to lose any weight either, so I think I should get more food.
There are two here, but I'm not sure I like the smell of either one...
And they had left the computer on all the time, but I couldn't figure out how to turn the monitor on. Dad runs this thing called Linux.... I'm not sure that had anything to do with the monitor (there are two now!) but oh well.
They went away for a while, and thankfully the dry food dishes were full of food. But I was afraid they had been bitten in to by a water beast or something.
My dad was playing around with the camera, and I wanted to see what he was doing, so I went to investigate...