One tried to throw me out of bed this morning by jumping on my head and then marking my entire body, as though I am the official leader of the cat pack. The other one ignores me, unless I come bearing treats. I’m still wearing her scars from a few weeks back. It’s easy to tell which one appreciates me the most. 😉
Full credit goes to the artist.
With all the unrest going on, I hope someone gets a smile or chuckle out of these. Laughter is good medicine.
I skipped last Saturday’s cat post because I overdid it grocery shopping. When I sit down on the kitchen floor in agony (I actually said, “I can’t do this. I HURT.”) because my pain went uncontrolled for a few hours, that’s not a good sign.
Hopefully, this is funny enough to make up for it.