Abyssinian Cats!

I know how satisfied you are with the content you edit into my webpage, but really, "......////////!@" just doesn't have the punch that I put into the original text.

Mostly.

And you'll note that she's ignoring the mouse. Mice are for after breakfast. Even Apple mice.

Bigger, but still soft and fuzzy!

I know it's warm and sunny, but I don't suppose you guys would like to leap out of bed and join me in a... never mind. I know the answer without asking,

Guys? I know that you're comfy, but I really need to visit the, uh, bathroom, so I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to... Guys? GUYS?

Fluffy, aren't they?

I realize that you've found a comfortable spot this morning, but you're on MY side of the backyard fence! Only feral cats are allowed here...

That's the planter by the front door. I WAS going to replace the dead plant and install a watering system, but Taylor (the feral that lives around here) claimed the pot before I could get to it.

If you were wondering about my Porterhouse-and-Baked-Potatoe suppers, I can assure you that my cuisine is feline approved. (Testing services were provided gratis by the Senior Cat. Before I could get there.)

So if you're looking for a comfortable spot for a nap, you can always try me. Just understand that I have strict rules and you can't weigh more than 6 lbs or so.

I don't have left over food the next morning though, because the neighborhood late-evening clean-up crew arrives around 10 PM and cleans the leftovers up. I'd put some extra food out in the early morning for them too, but it's past their bedtime. 🤣

Hey! It's meal time! Haven't you looked at the clock?

I'm so glad people don't behave like that. 😑😑😑

I consider this the ultimate expression of the Princess-and-the-Pea syndrome.

It's the range. You're standing on my leg!

Fortunately, I had... help... from my roommates. They only weigh about 6 lbs apiece, so their "help" wasn't too difficult to deal with.