I do believe I have reached my stress tolerance threshhold.
I was trying to find something to write a post about for tomorrow morning, but I’m thinking instead, I’m going to call it a night, play a game of Solitaire, and go to bed.
Last night, Gracie slept at the foot of the bed, Tig was at my right, and nobody hissed at anyone. Well, except for when I moved Gracie from my pillow to the foot of the bed, and pushed Tig from the middle to the end so I could, y’know, fit. In my own bed.
Today, Tig told Gracie she has vet smell and has been harassing her. She’s on a towel on the floor under the bathroom counter right now. But I think I’ll put her in her spot on the bed and throw out Tig if he doesn’t like it.
That’s right. Fluffy bunny and kitty posts. That’s all I’m up for at the moment.
Good night. You deserve a good night. Just put Tig out so that you have some quiet.
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Just post some links to cuteoverload.com.
I’ll see your Cute Overload and raise you one Tessa.
You want cats in the bed stories. I’ll tell you cats in the bed stories, and throw in a couple of kids. First I fall asleep, then one boy after another sneaks in. Then the white cat, Charlie, and then the black cat, Fred. Number two son rolls over startling number one cat, who jumps on number 2 kid, claws out. Number one cat joins in the fun on number two son. All then seem to pounce on poor dear old dad, who then proceeds to throw out the whole kit and kaboodle with strong language and violent flailing of arms and legs. From that night on, poor old dad who has to earn the shekels to purchase cat food and chocolate bars is left alone in bed to sleep peacefully the night away.
I guess this is the time to tell you about the brief fling I had at the office last week. He was a gorgeous redhead, and of all the offices in all the buildings of Jerusalem, he had to walk into mine. …
Ah, Cheeto …
I bet Gracie is just waiting for a rematch when Tig comes home from some procedure or other with vet smell.