The Boy was gone this weekend and I had big plans to get things done. And I did. If you consider sitting on the couch with Kitten Thunder getting something done, I did.
Obi and Oliver spent the whole weekend doing coordinated snuggling so I couldn’t get off the couch. They let me up to eat – if I fed them too – and go to bed. And to the bathroom as long as they could go too.
Obi watched Black Sails with me. He said I could take his picture to send to The Boy to show him how dire things were here on the homefront.
We did manage to brush Obi, do the dishes, and work a little bit on the bracelets I’m donating to the Fur Ball (tickets still available). And I rearranged some furniture – this with both Obi and Oliver helping IMMENSELY. I don’t like the new arrangement, but I’ve lost the will to fix it.
So…since that’s all there was to the weekend, I bring you photos of Cat Shaming. Have you ever noticed that the cats don’t really seem ashamed at all? Your homework: what has your cat done that s/he SHOULD be ashamed of?