Speaking of cats, Wednesday has taken an interest in the lizards, who occasionally scuffle about like ... prey.
And the gerbils, who are really stupid, are trying to chew through the bars of their cage.
We have a 16 year-old calico that was born in a refinery and ‘rescued’ by my wife before we were married. She lives in our Master Bedroom, sleeps on our bed, and pukes if she eats too much at once, which happens almost daily, because her kidneys are getting borderline. She’s choosy about who gets to pet her and for how long, but I get more time than anyone else, because I’m her favorite human of all. At night, she gives me NO peace until I allow her to lay down under the sheet next to me and scratch behind here ears for awhile. When she decides “that’s enough,” she crawls out, curls up at the foot of the bed, and then we can all go to sleep.