Friday, January 30, 2009
There is an entire bed in my den. And except when I'm sleeping on it and Ivan dares to come up, it is the realm of a single cat. Ditz. She looks so sweet, doesn't she? Yeah, right. Tell that to any other cat that jumps up hoping to share one tiny corner of the four-inch-thick memory-foam, microplush covered bed upon which six cats should be able to sleep comfortably.
Nope. Just Ditz. She turns into a shrieking banshee should anyone dare. Even the Terrorist Kittens.
Speaking of which, I need to turn my attention to finding them homes in February. They have made me laugh, but they need people of their own.