last night was
at which point someone jumped off the bed at a full run and tore down the hallway to parts of the house unknown. My brain could only think of the rare (it's happened twice) time when a cat would get it's head caught in a plastic bag and they would run like they are being attacked. I ripped myself out of that dream world to the real one to save my kitty.. (who? no idea. No one would confess but I'm sure who ever it is got a nice pat on the back from the others as I had to give treats to count tails and make sure everyone was OK)
Ended up back in bed, and in and out of sleep until the Today show came on. At which point Skippy had worked his way up to my chest. I've been making it a point to pay attention to him when he shows up (treats given if there is anything yummy to eat and patting if he is with in reach) as I'm still not sure he feels 100% comfortable in the house. I just get the impression he feels like he is going to have to go back to the shelter at some point seeing as I sent him back there three times, and his other home sent him there once. I think we are making headway though.
Everyone else showed up for a little mommy time save Kit and Fleurp. Kit isn't much into group displays of affection (group begging for food she's all over though) and I think Fleurp just bides her time waiting till the other kitties move away to make her move, because as soon as everyone else was gone, she came up for a little lovin of her own.
I know I've posted this type of occurrence in the past, and I'll do it again, cause I just love it when I'm surrounded by cats..
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