Morning
It starts at round about 5.30am - the sound of claw on gloss paint and insistent wailing. Eventually, I stagger out of bed and let them in.
Mits: claw, claw, claw (=let me under the covers)
GSE: lifts covers
Mits: eww, I'm not going in there
repeat sequence about 30 times till one of 3 things happens. GSE's shoulder dislocates again, Mits finally gets under the covers or Rosa nips in ahead of Mits and lies there looking spiteful.
Mits: claw, claw, claw (=let me under the covers)
GSE: lifts covers
Mits: eww, I'm not going in there
repeat sequence about 30 times till one of 3 things happens. GSE's shoulder dislocates again, Mits finally gets under the covers or Rosa nips in ahead of Mits and lies there looking spiteful.
2 Comments:
shut kitchen door so they can't get out.
I still can't bring myself to move the litter trays into the kitchen. It's nice not being able to smell poo when you eat.
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