Who has been sitting next to my bowl? Did HE eat any of my food? I am not sure this sharing is a whole lot of fun, thinks Miss Missy.
She is also thinking let me outta here for a break from this nuisance! And so I did. And then Mister Casey Kitty sat looking out the door, wondering why he couldn’t also go out. Not yet, baby boy.
Bugger, he says. Then he climbed up the stairs and perched on a shelf under my craft table…his favorite daytime hidey hole. Nighttime finds him alternating between our bed and the cedar chest at the end of it.
It is an adjustment time for all of us, but his kitty hugs are so worth it. I am sure Missy will get one some day.
Purr. Another day in paradise. The end.