Feline partners. Little fluffy tyrants, sure. Partners? Heck no.

This is my second day in a row in the office and now I remember why I work at home so much. The air and lighting here gives me such a headache. I had just been talking over the weekend about how my headaches have eased off so much - both plain headaches and migraines. Gah.

In the further adventures of CJ - tonight and tomorrow he will be participating in the local sheriff's "Active Shooter" training. No, he won't be handling a gun, but will serve as either a victim or bad guy for the sheriffs to defend or take down.

Confusing headline o' the day:

Led Zeppelin II dies of a heart attack

(A guy named Led Zeppelin II died, not the album.)

One of our cats has a partner, who we are pretty sure is SATAN. Only way to explain her behavior. The other is just, you know, a really good cat. And our dogs are dogs--if you want to be specific about roles, they are, as we never tire of telling them, good boys.

I feel if my cat were a real partner, she would stop peeing on things.

Heh.

Feline partner, hell. I love them dearly, but they're pets, not partners. I call them "baby" affectionately, but they're not children, either. AS I've said before, they're not human, that's why I want them around!

FURRY RECIDIVISTS

Bwahaha!

if you want to be specific about roles, they are, as we never tire of telling them, good boys.

Ha!

A partner doesn't start screaming at you at 5:30 in the morning for a 7 am feeding time. A partner gets up and feeds the pet so you can continue to sleep.

(IOW, Avon has been winning a war of attrition on the 7 am feeding time. Monday morning I was started awake at 4:15 or so and he was standing on the edge of the bed, STARING AT ME. That is why we are harness training him.)

It sounds like some of you people have abusive feline partners.

You guys make it so appealling. I gots to get me one of those.

Well, the harness training provides its own entertainment. Avon walks backward while it's on; KK slinks around in shame, dragging his lower belly on the ground.

Well, the harness training provides its own entertainment. Avon walks backward while it's on; KK slinks around in shame, dragging his lower belly on the ground.

Yeah, Leifur LEAPS out the door and down the stairs, and then spends the next five minutes staring at a shrub.

Miss Kitty won't move and just moans when we have tried a harness on her.

I'm so glad we added Noodle to the family. She keeps Miss Kitty on her toes and they are hilarious to watch.