At least, that’s what Cheryl calls it. Looks more like she’s going spastic, but what do I know? I’m a cat.
Thankfully, she didn’t do it all day, just after the phone call and only for a bit. From what I can gather, the phone call means that we’ll be getting kibble for a while longer yet. This is good.
Cheryl was out all day the other day. I know she was nervous about going out, something about ‘workers’ and ‘lawyers’, whatever those are. People she’s not much fussed on talking to, obviously. She had a couple of mild panic attacks before Carol came to get her. And that wasn’t fair either. She got to go out and we had to stay inside. Even after she came home, too! There’s no such thing as ‘too hot’ for a cat. She just didn’t want to be seen dancing in public, I think. I wouldn’t want her to be seen like that, either. The neighbour’s cats would never let me live it down.
So what’s it all about? I’m not 100% sure, to be honest. I know we’ve been having tough times for the last little bit. Cheryl’s meds have gotten more expensive and she’s been buying the cheaper kibble for us. After she got done dancing, she seemed a bit more relaxed, so I guess that means good news. Maybe this means she’ll be a quieter sleeper so I can crawl under the covers again without fear of being kicked out before morning. She tosses and turns when she’s upset and I can’t get any sleep that way.
Oh, speaking of tossing and turning, Sparky had kittens. Wolfie and Foxie are their names. Apparently Lady likes to help babysit and tried to take the kittens away from Sparky, but Diana brought them back. Diana’s nice. She’s small enough to leave me room on the couch when she comes over.
Petra’s still doing this thing called a “job”. She disappears for a few hours and comes home smelling like boxes. I wish she’d bring one home for me. <sigh> On the plus side, I suppose you’d call it, Casey likes it when Petra comes home. Petra does a bit of printing and Casey likes trying to chase the little thing that spits out the paper. Cheryl and Petra aren’t fussed about Casey doing that, but it keeps him off my chair so I can get a bit more sleep.
Smoky has a new collar, too, and it looks odd on her. It’s black and a bit too big for her. The red one she had finally gave up the ghost and had to be thrown out. The kids outside know Smoky though, even without the red collar. They call her name and she comes running over to be petted and fussed over. Even the littlest kids like her. I’m not so sure about them, but if they don’t run at me, I’ll usually stand still for a pet or two. Casey doesn’t and Sari, as always, just ignores the rest of us and does her own thing, kids or not.
Well, Cheryl’s taken her meds and Petra’s doing the litterboxes. It must be just about bedtime. Gotta go get my spot on the bed. See ya!
