The Meezer is great. Cadging extra cuddles and hugs this morning.
Sweet, spoiled boy.
It’s vacuuming, mopping and litter box changing day, so he’ll be seeking refuge under the bed this afternoon while the vacuuming is underway.
I always put Tokyo Rose in the bathroom and shut the door when I vacuumed. Less stress for her, poor blind kitteh.
She wouldn’t let anyone come near her but me, and I could do anything with her. Including cut the matted fur on her back. He owner hated her, so when I moved out, I took her with me.
She waited on the door rug (inside) when I came home from work. And always slept on the other pillow. I miss her old sweet self.
I keep being amazed at the amount of crazy. Your mention of the litterbox made me think of something I saw recently with a student at a school who was insisting she was a “furry” and was a cat and was asking for a litter box to be put in the rest room.
Fortunately, the school said “no.”
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