Thursday, February 20, 2014

Happy warmness and what?

Donny

What a wonderful days it had been. Dad and I have had long conversations over what happened and how, as much as I loved her, she was not the right cat at the right time. She was not able to return my love, for whatever reason, and for that I am sad, but I do wish her well. I have not heard from her since she left in her pink car.
Dad and I have never slept better. He makes me sit on his lap as soon as he gets home and, try as he might to convince me otherwise, he wants to hold me and love me every moment of the day.
I try to fall asleep on my side of the bed and he insists on wrapping his arms around me to keep me warm. Secretly I like it.
We have gotten into our pattern again. I remind him of what to do every day. His light box goes off at different times every morning, but I know he likes to be gently woken by my gentle touch when the sun comes up.
He silences his magic box and states at it for a while. When it is time for him to go to the litter box I show him the way and talk him through the process. I wish he would do the same for me, but I digress.
He then throws on his temporary fur and we walk downstairs as I tell him what flavor breakfast I would like. He usually complies.
We then go back upstairs and he puts our bed in good order and he takes off his fur and goes back to his litter box.
I drink my water on the counter next to him as he defurs his face.
He then goes in the loud water white box and gets wet.
We then go in the cold room where he keeps his fur. He picks which fur he wants for the day.
I don't always agree with his choices and we argue over this.
He leaves.
I used to think he never comes back, but he usually does.
Lots of white stuff outside.
Chew treats have returned to the trees.
He put water in a tall glass the other day. Put a plant in. Something floats in the water.

Jean-Pierre

Sacrebleu! I was in a tiny ocean weeth horrid light and zen I am roughly taken to zee cold and zen put een a beegeer ocean. I have frond to hide in. Zhere ees somesing grande a noir e blanc on zee ozer side. I do not sink hee haz seen me yet. Zees is good.

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