My partner indignantly pointed out that their achievement for the week was to persuade our cat to sleep on the blue towel! She had previously rejected the towel in another room. My partner cunningly offered the towel to entice her off the pile of clothes being sorted for washing!
Helping her find good sleeping spots is a shared goal.
The cat is obviously ready.
(I'm not though; I'm still building up a new sourdough starter, because the old one has gone weird. For the nerds: not smelly, or discoloured or in any other sense odd; it just won't get active when I add warm water and rye flour... and yes, I haven't changed the way I do this and I have an electric proofer for controlling the temperature*).
*I even checked that with the kitchen thermometer.
Asher, my hairy pooper, has pooped himself right out & snoring on the bed. He did his daily 4AM zoomies, crashed himself into a wall, failed(once again) to conquer climbing up the drapes & stole another 2 of my hair ties before he zonked out.
I need to move Asher so I can go make some morning tea. Isn't it silly how we feel a bit guilty when we have to wake & move a sleeping cat? When they don't seem to care about waking us up 😹
(1 of 2 pics, having problems uploading multiple images again this morning)
I should have called him Trip Hazard.
Of all the places in this house he could choose to sleep, Ed has decided here is the perfect spot. Do you think he moves when I want to pass? No. No he doesn’t. He just gives me #sideeye and makes me step over him.