Yes, of course Adele and Pink join in on morning snack time – they’re out in the house all the time now, what am I gonna do, starve them? I do make them share one placemat, though. I don’t want them to get SPOILED or anything.
(In that first picture, Archie was sitting there looking around because he is the fastest eater I’ve ever seen. He inhales his snack in about 10 seconds, and waits for the others to finish their plates, then he finishes anything they left behind. Also, that’s not all the permanent residents – Joe Bob and Maxi eat in the computer room, Stinkerbelle eats on the fridge most of the time, Alice gets her snack on the dining room table, and Newt doesn’t get a snack because no matter what I offer him, he sniffs it and then turns up his nose and walks off. BRAT.)
Pink got tired of the tussling and went to check out the food bowls, while Adele took possession of the Cat Lady Box, which is perfectly sized for cats from the size of tiny Pink to the more portly Newt.
On their second night out in the house, Pink and Adele decided to change things up. Pink disappeared completely (I think she spent the night in the bed on the chair in Fred’s bedroom; she also takes naps there sometimes) and Adele woke me up every couple of hours because I wasn’t positioned correctly for her to arrange herself just so.
At 5:45 am, Archie settled his two front paws directly on my right shoulder (the one that was operated on six weeks ago) and applied approximately 300 pounds of pressure on those two paws, thereby letting me know that it was time for me to get up and provide his morning snack. It’s not often that I’m catted out before I even get out of bed, but it’s safe to say that I was CATTED OUT. Luckily, a little bad-tempered stomping and swearing always gets me over my bad moods, and this time was no different.
2014: Terry goes home!
2013: Paulie, gettin’ jumpy.
2012: Once again, the white chin whiskers and the Dingwallace attitude crack me up.
2011: I HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR YOU!
2010: Admire my sweet Suggie, and I’ll see you on Monday.
2009: And if you don’t think he spent the rest of the day following me around hoping that another chicken would magically fall from the sky, you know nothin’ about nothin’.
2008: I guess he’s sensitive about his belly fat.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.