Did I mention that Maura has made herself at home?
Like all cats in the house, Maura adores hanging out on my desk. She jumped up yesterday to do so, and found that her favorite bed was occupied by those little whippersnappers. So she patiently waited.
Eventually, they went off to play, and Maura claimed the bed for herself. But then she fell asleep and when she woke up, she saw a most distressing sight.
Corbett finally gave up and went off to find a more hospitable environment, and like a big lump of bread dough, Maura managed to somehow expand to fill the space available to her.
One thing I like to do, because I’m evil, is to wait until all the Bookworms are sound asleep in the computer room. Then I go to the other end of the house, lay on the couch, and call “Where’s my itty bitties?!”
(When I’m calling them, I call them my itty bitties, obviously. I don’t know why or where it came from, but it works to get them moving in my direction.)
This time around, I got three itty bitties and one big ol’ Portly Poo.
(Please note, my moviemaking skills are not All That.)