Gracie here: This week has been hectic. There are peeps here called contractors. Their toys are noisy. No catnip either. Sasha has taken up hiding on an almost permanent basis. Peeps are worried that she will turn feral because they have a hard time getting her out for dinner or anything else. Maybe some quiet weekend time will help. She hasn’t been canoodling with Gus (who is heartbroken about that).
The diet was trashed. The peeps say “after the kitchen job.” Too much commotion, change of feeding stations and of course wonky Sasha so the peep can’t regulate who eats what.
Gus was rejoicing. He’s not much for dieting. More of him to love. He’s been keeping an eye on the workers. The think bubble over his head has funny sayings as he’s very judgmental. (Bill, do you really think that’s centered? Move it to the right two cat hairs!) He spent an hour staring at a dark hoody on the floor in back of a plastic curtain to make sure it wasn’t alive. He was willing to protect us from marauding hoodies. Whadda guy! (Dimwit!)
Morgan is just Morgan. Nothing deters her from doing her thing. Her schedule is get up early and play with her blankie (loudly to wake up the peep); eat breakfast and wash up; deep food coma until after lunch; annoy peeps and other cats; and then it’s dinnertime. She adapted to the food station change although she goes to the old station first.
We’ll have a break from the work over the weekend. Hope you all have a break too!