We’re home and it’s Monday and we’re back to work. We’re both working from home, digging out from under a mountain of emails that piled up over the last week.
That also means we’re back to lots of cat photos. Everything is back to normal now.
Oh well.
We are home.
The cats forget who we are.
2,747 miles round trip.
DUDE! Did you just stick your tongue out at me? How rude!
No, it couldn’t be. You are a prim and proper little lady, aren’t you. Good kitty.
One of the cats has started to… somehow… inexplicably… turn off our router and kill our wifi signal. We have a MESH network thing setup in the house and she’s been doing something to shut it off. I think she’s just stepping on the plug and jarring it loose for an instant. She doesn’t unplug it completely, but she somehow makes it shut off for a split second and then it takes a few minutes to recover.
Damn it cat, now we have to find a new home for the router. Someplace you can’t screw it up.
Miss Robin really came through for me.
It was just a few minutes after I got out of bed this morning. I went to the kitchen to fill up a bottle of water. Miss Robin Sparkles the Cat saw me coming and ran to the window and looked outside. It was almost as if she were posing for me. She knew I wanted to get today’s photo-a-day pic out of the way early because I had to go into the office and she wanted to be the subject.
Pout babie, pout!
A couple hours later and Miss Lily is back for more.
Is this a sign that she likes me? Laying across my lap twice in one afternoon? Weird, right?
I took this picture this morning. Lily is on top of the mountain.
Now for an unrelated story that involves both cats. I have the windows open next to my desk. The cats have been hanging out, sitting on the window sill, enjoying the breeze and the warm-ish Spring air, and stalking the birds and the critters hanging out by the back yard bird feeders.
They were sitting there, minding their own business, and I was sitting at my desk working and minding my own business when BAM! Both cats ABSOLUTELY FREAKED OUT and ran out of the room as fast as their tiny, furry, little legs would carry them. What the hell, thought me?
I looked out the window and there were no creatures by the bird feeders. What there was though, and I only saw it for a split second before it disappeared into the woods behind our back yard, was the back of a red tail hawk. I think the hawk saw our bird feeder as a fast food take out joint and stopped in for a snack. I couldn’t tell if it had anything in its talons in the instant that I saw it, but if it had something I hope it was a squirrel and not a bird. The squirrels try to steal the bird food from the birds and for that they have earned my hatred. Jerks.
I fully understand why the cats went nuts. If I were a little furry guy I would have flipped my lid at the site of a hawk hunting for lunch too. Yikes, babie. Yikes.
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