Dear Shawn,
My cats appreciate that you are always inquiring about their well-being. Not as impressive as my grandmother. She's terrified of cats, and she'll ask, from time to time, how they are doing. If you think I'm impressed that she cares enough to ask, you should see their reaction!
I've started to notice something about them. I'm usually coming and going so much with my job, that when I come home, they are so excited to see me that they can't leave me alone. Of course, the follow me everywhere. If I leave the room for thirty seconds, I'll tell them I will be right back, but they have to follow me, anyway. When I go to bed at night, they are right there with me. Cooz won't sleep with me, but he'll be there when I wake up. Pheebs is there, too.
Last night was the fourth night for me to be home in a row, which is sort of rare that I have four days off to be at home. I noticed when I walked to my room to get ready for bed, no one came with me. I awoke alone, not seeing their furry faces until I had my moment on the oval office, got dressed and went to the living room. Pheebs was in her kitty condo, Cooz was in his secret hiding place (don't tell him that I know he's under the guest bed, he thinks it's his secret). I need a trip just so they keep their interest in me!
Of course, during the day, they are not completely happy unless I'm sitting in my recliner so that they have my lap to sleep on. No sleep is finer than that of the sleep on Daddy's lap! If it weren't for my bladder causing me to get up every hour or so, I seriously think they could stay there all day long, with nothing but those occasional little stretches they do, where they tuck their head under their arms. What would I do without my fur-babies?
Oh, and my new couch? Cooz thinks I bought it for him. When he doesn't have my lap, that's where I find him all day long. Most expensive cat bed I've ever bought! They send their regards.
My cats appreciate that you are always inquiring about their well-being. Not as impressive as my grandmother. She's terrified of cats, and she'll ask, from time to time, how they are doing. If you think I'm impressed that she cares enough to ask, you should see their reaction!
I've started to notice something about them. I'm usually coming and going so much with my job, that when I come home, they are so excited to see me that they can't leave me alone. Of course, the follow me everywhere. If I leave the room for thirty seconds, I'll tell them I will be right back, but they have to follow me, anyway. When I go to bed at night, they are right there with me. Cooz won't sleep with me, but he'll be there when I wake up. Pheebs is there, too.
Last night was the fourth night for me to be home in a row, which is sort of rare that I have four days off to be at home. I noticed when I walked to my room to get ready for bed, no one came with me. I awoke alone, not seeing their furry faces until I had my moment on the oval office, got dressed and went to the living room. Pheebs was in her kitty condo, Cooz was in his secret hiding place (don't tell him that I know he's under the guest bed, he thinks it's his secret). I need a trip just so they keep their interest in me!
Of course, during the day, they are not completely happy unless I'm sitting in my recliner so that they have my lap to sleep on. No sleep is finer than that of the sleep on Daddy's lap! If it weren't for my bladder causing me to get up every hour or so, I seriously think they could stay there all day long, with nothing but those occasional little stretches they do, where they tuck their head under their arms. What would I do without my fur-babies?
Oh, and my new couch? Cooz thinks I bought it for him. When he doesn't have my lap, that's where I find him all day long. Most expensive cat bed I've ever bought! They send their regards.
Most people say their cats act mad at them when they return from a trip. I guess yours are used to it since you are away so often.
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