I've got the kitchen all apart and the food dishes up and OMG was it confusing Mister Kitty. He kept wandering around howling, prying open cabinets, looking under the rolling storage thing...for food. I put down his dish and all was well.
BTW, I'm not a picture of industry. This is my chore weekend. This stuff needed done.
I'm back out on the patio, doing much of nothing. I did unkink the unused hose, but I haven't even put it away.
I need to get up and work on packing and stuff, but my cat is sleeping pressed up against me. Damn. How am I supposed to get up?
Scream
Bastet Move,
and then once you have cleaned out the scratches, start packing?
Well, I could just get up. She's all warm and calm and not biting me, is the thing. But here I go.
Napped too long. Need food. Must drive for it. Mmph.
She's all warm and calm and not biting me, is the thing.
You are forced to wait then. Sleeping cats are unto superglue and you are powerless.
As I am right now.
That really was my problem for a big chunk of today. Stupid cozy cats, gluing us down!
I wish I had a cat sleeping on me. I have no excuse for this inertia at all.
I just got dinner from BK. Blech. I rarely eat fast food, and when I do, I remember why.
My DH turned his ankle last night playing Ultimate, and it's swollen and purple-ish. Normally, he's a very bad (and annoying) patient but I put HP7 into his hands last night after getting him home, and he was content to sit there most of the day. Instead of having to entertain him, I only had to show up with ice every once in a while. His only special request was that I hunt & gather him a cinnamon roll when I went to the Farmer's Market.
I have no idea how to keep him occupied tomorrow.