Hi, it’s me! Gracie! Just a quick update. Strange looking (and smelling) humans have been coming and going. I greet them quickly, sniff their shoes and nap on my cat tree. Sasha thinks they are the apocalypse coming to kill us. She’s under the bed. Gus watches from a distance. He will take a head scritch or two without scrambling and Morgan sleeps through the whole thing. Our peeps have promised this won’t go on for much longer. I sure hope so because all the toys are locked up and our dishes are in a closet. Who ever heard of putting food dishes in a closet? It’s insane!
There was a kerfuffle last night. I wasn’t involved but there was a loud crash bang! The peeps couldn’t find anything broken or thrown over but Morgan is limping. Our lady peep said, “Of course there’s an injury, it’s the weekend!” Nothing seems to be broken but maybe a sprain. Morgan is lapping up the extra attention and treats. The peeps are all gushy over her. I think she’s faking it.
Maybe more news from the trenches next week!
Over and out — Gracie
Note from the peep — Our home is on the market for sale and the cats have been very good about not annoying (or peeing on) prospective buyers. Gus has worked his magic with the realtor who thinks he’s adorable.