Blame that silly pet of mine for not letting me at the computer until now. She's been complaining about sore shoulder, PVF, MS (and probably a few more letters) and sleeping more than I have! She thinks she has a rough time. Obviously has *no* idea about the trials and tribulations a cat goes through. Maintaining sleeping-spots by making use of them on a rotational schedule, sleeping 15-23 hours a day (they both complain about a work day of a mere eight hours...), gulping food. chivying said slackers for said food, winding leash around trees, ankles etc., chasing feathers and birds, carrying home sticks to play with...
This Christmas time is a good thing. Lots of attention, pets in bathrobes most of the day (we stayed at home), roast beef and roast turkey to eat. Even found a variation on one of my sleep-spots, seen here:
Warm bum, played-out mess and soothing darkness with a red tint.
And one of my pets left this nice catnest on one of my sofas (note defeated enemy pampas-grass to enhance tail-end).
Not sure about New Year and the few days before it, though. Was rudely bundled into my carrier after my morning race around the block and breakfast. After that I was dumped in the horrible growly thing that doesn't let me explore the nice alleys, trees and canines along the way. They just don't have a clue, even when I use my most commanding yowl. I was just told off for my language - imagine that! End-stop was a place I've never been before. Pleasant enough, birds and traffic to watch, usual grub, litter and cosy teepee, but no-one at my beck and call and no treats. Service was lousy! Only an hour or so of attention. Fed just three times a day and no access to those tasty little birds <grumble>.
Days! went by. Days!! Finally she-who-roasts-turkey-legs-just-for-me showed up, so I left my warm, toasty sleeping-spot to sulk in the carrier. Of my own accord, just to show her! Snub ignored, she chatted with my temporary hostess, ranted about how it only had been four days and that I should be glad to have missed the fireworks and then finally got me home again. I was too exhaused from my ordeal to do much more that accept a belly-rub and the newly-roasted turkey, then go sleep on whomever I could make the more uncomfortable. They've behaved themselves since.
That sounds like the promising shfluff of a fridge being opened. Hope your holidays were abundant in food and *nice* people, with plenty of rest and plenty of joys.
Rover (master of all he surveys, could he be bothered to open his eyes...)
Hope we will be seeing more of you both now!
