It’s been four days now since I cleaned up my room, and it seems that my cats are getting used to it just fine. If you’ll remember, my cats were initially unimpressed with the changes I made. “But… but that was my favourite hiding spot! You can’t do this to me!” “RAWR! I keel you, bed!” And so on.
It didn’t take long for them to change their minds. The evening after I did my big clean-out, Caper decided some serious exploration of my bedroom was in order.
(In case this entry is beginning to look suspicious, then yes, I confess! This entry is just an excuse to post lots of pictures of Caper. Cute ones, though… 
) Read on…
Cats don’t have consciences. Of course, I knew this before today, so it’s not exactly a revelation. It’s just that today I got a lot of proof.
Extremely early this morning (when I’d only been sleeping for an hour), my cats had a fight in my room. They always fight, because they hate each others’ guts, and usually the situation can be easily defused. I yell at Tigger (because Tigger’s always the aggressor), he scarpers, Caper sidles up for a cuddle to comfort herself, and all is well with the world. Tigger has obviously never felt any guilt about it, but what happened in today’s fight was — to me — so horrifying that, just today, it rankles. Read on…
I’m not feeling well and don’t have the concentration to beat out an entry in my usual style today. This could be a good or bad thing, depending on the way you look at it. You see, while I don’t have that level of concentration, I do have well over a dozen pictures of my cats lying around on my phone, and what better opportunity to post them? So, if you want to see what my cats look like, my illness is a great thing! If not, probably not. Anyway, without further delay, I bring you… a whole bunch of photos! Read on…