Where are we going, and why are we in this handbasket?
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
I couldn't make the bed until 5 pm; all four cats had commandeered it. I don't hesitate to relocate Snicky, Snalbert, and/or Possum when they're in my way — because they don't mind. They jump right back up as soon as I'm done.
But Wendy joined the others today. She usually hides under the bed for most of the day, so this was a nice change. She didn't cringe or dash away when I stroked her, either. So, for her, I waited.