Tomorrow it’s two years!
I’m posting this now because our friend Wazeau has given me an idea for another post — and Monsieur is actually asleep at the moment. For the next five minutes hopefully. And then the show must and it will go on. And on. And on. Until one of us or the other falls out. Briefly. And then begins again.
What was that about cats needing 16, 18 hours of sleep? Bugs needs about four and he’s jumping up and good to go. Again. And again. And again.
Here he is, celebrating a day early with a spray of catnip.
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”