The two cats seem to think that my being home all day should translate into a constant food marathon, or at the very least intermittent food and a constant petting marathon. Except for when they are asleep.
One day I decided to take a picture for the blog of each time the orange cat, Jean, came to tell me it was time to eat. I decided that twelve pictures of the cat interrupting my important blog time, eating at 11:00 a.m., 12 noon, 12:15, etc. was not as cute in the execution as it was in theory. However, in the interest of full disclosure, here are some pictures of Jean.
Whatcha doin' Mom, huh? huh?
And here...
Clearly I had been broken by his persistence. And lest you think that Jean is the "bad" kitty (with that face? nah), here is Toby...
And if you have made it this far, here is a picture of them being very cute and not just obnoxious.
I figure that they are my almost constant companions (asleep in the living room as I write this), so they are part of this retirement story. Also, it works for Crazy Aunty Purl, so why not for me, too?
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