Our cats mid-night mewlings; are they singing? Are they communicating with Void-lings? It seems my cats are reciting poetry. Very loudly.
Special guest writer today is humom: Every cat parent knows that you cannot move once there is a cat on one’s lap; it is sacrilege.
The best way to get attention in our household seems to be with poetry. Also incessant meowing…..
The joys of having cats and the mid-night surprises they leave us! It’s always better when they leave us poems they wrote though.
Finally a peer into the mind of our cats when it comes to their midnight Christmas Tree destroying antics.
If they make fits, they do sits. Such epic battles can only be adequately expressed in poetry.
Cats are helpful, especially with laundry piles. They like to keep your clothes warm for you until you are ready to wear them. The littered paw prints comes as a bonus to remind you of how awesome it is to have a cat to help you with your chores.
How cats wake their humans up in the morning: sometimes with meows, sometimes with drools, but sometimes reciting poetry. Cats are weird.
We all know that cats don’t like to be hugged…..they probably think we are trying to squish them to their deaths.
What we try not to think about as cat parents…….