by Etude, the quiet, well-behaved, cuddlebunny.
Well dear friends, Grammy developed another 10 grey hairs overnight AND I DIDN'T cause them this time.
Last evening after our last feed of the day/night Grammy prepared the bed to crawl in, making sure the duvet was placed properly to tent me. Well, it was to tent her legs but I love sleeping in there and so, we both benefit.
Then she plumped her pillows and got them ready close to the bottom of the bed. Yes, she's crazy as a loon. She sleeps backwards head at the bottom and feet at the top. Looney-toons, that's our Grammy.
Once the food dishes are gathered, washed and put away she opens the bedroom door and let's the girls out to roam and Rondo and I immediately head into the bedroom. We're banned from it during the day to allow the girls a safe-haven from rambunctious boys. Or that's what Grammy says.
What is she talking about? Can't be Rondo and me! We are models of good gentlemanly behaviour.
*shout from the livingroom* EXCEPT WHEN YOU BITE LITTLE GIRLY BACKS.
Hush, Grammy. This is my blog. As I said, we are models of good behaviour but frustrated at being omitted from half the snoozing spots in this condo. We have to let spoiled girlies know how we feel. It's only fair! They come and go through the cat door as they wish.
*another shout* AND YOU COULD TOO IF YOU LOST SOME WEIGHT, CHUBBOS!
Ignore the old dear. Let's move on, shall we?
The bedroom door is opened at bedtime and immediately I head for the duvet while Rondo either hangs his head over the local water dish or stretches out beside the pillows and waits for Grammy's cuddles.
Mousie and Whiskers head for the livingroom and hunker down out there for a while before returning to take over Grammy's pillows. They push and shove her head out of the way so they can centre their chubby butts esthetically on said pillows and settle in for the night.
Where's Sweetie in all this kerfuffle? Doing her rounds, checking for errant snowflakes, oak leaves and dust bunnies. No insurgents in the area, she'll settle on the blanket on the dresser or the kitty condo to watch over us.
So, back to last night. Grammy crawled in around us and stretched out for the night. Other than a couple of interruptions to use the human litterbox OUR night was undisturbed until …
Sometime before dawn - bang, crash, clatter, rumble, cat-screeches and scrambles and Grammy and we were all upright on the floor, eyes wide. We furries put on our innocent faces but looked concerned. It took the old girl a while to don glasses, search the condo and locate the source of the calamity.
Well, it served her right! She was up earlier than she'd like but if, before she crawled into bed she'd put the lid on the fresh litter bin and set the scoop against it as she should Sweetie wouldn't have bounced off the dresser onto the lid flipping herself into the litter box and it and the scoop into the empty bin. So there! The bin din was Grammy's fault.
And so, moral to the story is.... do what you ought when you ought, Grammy so we have free reign to do whatever and be our mischievous selves. That is, if you want to sleep in until 7. Oh and, the grey suits you, old dear but we'll have to work on a little more to even it out.
So, dear friends. As we close we have to say this. That bin is still empty. More grey hairs might show up tomorrow if she doesn't take care of it before bedtime.
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