We have officially passed over to the "dark side"

OK. We are a bit cat crazy. We admit it. However, we (Mark and I) have always considered ourselves fairly stable, a la "cats have their place." They should stay off counters, only one cat is permitted to sleep with us (Norma, and yes indeed, the others have been trained to stay off the bed at night), etc. etc. etc.

But then there is Nick....

Nick is the one who goes outside because he yowls at the windows and refuses to use a litterbox. Nick has had so many trips to the vet we can't count them. Nick is also getting old. He stands up the feline bullies in the household, but it's clear he wishes they would all go away.

Lately he has taken to sleeping in odd places to avoid the bullies. Like...on top of the new garbage can. And lately, right here:



Yes, that is the kitchen counter.

Worse yet, I have not kicked him off. Even worse, MARK has not kicked him off. Because he's, well, Nick.

This has blown our "cats must stay in their place" smugness right out the window.

Now, Nick has a habit of changing favorite sleeping places about every two weeks. So we are hoping he chooses a new one soon.

In the meantime, we are working around him. It's not like he moves. Nick has two modes: "Outside" and "Inside Asleep."

We are officially insane.