It’s all about the cats interlude*

Well, I can finally say I will drop everything for my cats!

Underwear in hand this morning to get my day going, I got distracted by a cat and went off to tend to my herd’s needs.

And then I couldn’t find my underwear.

I had literally “dropped my drawers” to take care of my cats.

I promise not to drop any grandchildren or a good glass of wine for the cats, but I now believe I can officially say, “I’ve dropped everything for my cats.”

Lest you think I’m some shuttered in cat lady, it isn’t all snuggles and fresh litter among us.

Pi in the Sky - He's not there voluntarily

Just last week I was threatening to put them all out on the curb and get a new batch of cats who would appreciate the mahogany climbing tree I built for them. While Sweet Potato Pi can be found cat napping in the cubby from time to time. None of the three have accepted the challenge of climbing the tree.

Well, so far anyway…until it isn’t my idea…and they can officially call it their idea to climb and perch.

It's all about the cats all the time it seems. I don't know how they got so spoiled???

Just herding cats.

*I titled this entry “interlude” since there will probably be more cat commentaries along the way.