This post is from 2019 when I hosted our family reunion at the old house. For me it’s sad because three of the cats are gone. Only Sasha remains from this clowder. I miss them all.

Author’s note from 2019: We hosted a family reunion this past weekend. The cats were not happy about the change in routine, sticky people and delays in dinner. Here are their thoughts.

Nope, I’m not coming out!

Sasha: I am Sasha, prima ballerina and in charge of all nonsense. The humans had thousands of people here last Sunday and no one brought catnip. Not a tuna dish nor a crunch. No feathers, strings or grass. Don’t their mamas teach them to come with presents? What kind of rock concert has no grass? I stayed under the bed until the firestorm was over. My human had to coax me with some food. I conned her into a WHOLE can for me, me, me! #can’tbuymewithfood #maybeyoucanbuymewithfood

Morgan ready to take a snooze.

Morgan: The bloody residents had a bunch of philistines here last weekend. Loud and noisy. It was very hot. I napped until dinner which was late. I considered bringing a dead mousie for dessert. That’s a great way to clear a house.  #stickyhumansyuk #whereisdinner #nomousiesforyou

Gracie: I came down after happy hour to check for snacks. Nada. What a bunch of freeloaders. No prezzies for the cats. I gave the others a “no tuna” report. We considered calling cat protective services but were working on Morgan’s mousie angle. I rubbed some legs and allowed a few head scratches. They don’t get to spend time with such a fine feline at home. The humans were sweaty so I left fur on their legs. I prefer floofing my tail across their lips but it only works with lipstick or gloss. #hopingIdidn’tpickuphumancooties #humansneedfur #don’tmesswithcats #furrylips

Best ever wheels up!

Mollie: What? We had company? No presents? Whatev! #seniorcatdoesnotgiveafig

And that is the reunion report from the four felines.