Terry is trying to stick with, what she says, is 120 carbs a day. I am not sure what that means, but I like what she is eating. Yesterday she had some cheese that we cats wanted to sniff. Curious stuff, that is, though nobody but Dandelion wanted to really taste it.
Yes, I jumped up on the table and made myself comfortable on this newspaper until Terry got out her clicking box, then I jumped off. See? I was pretty fast - no sign of me here.
I find storms to be mostly annoying things, but I do like to be around my pets. When it rains lightly, Myst goes into the hall and waits. When it rains harder, he dives for some obscure spot under the sofa where nobody can go. We did not see Myst all evening for the storms we had. Dandelion seems to not mind them so much either way.
I just wanted attention today. I led Terry down the hall, changed my mind and went off into one room, changed my mind and led her into another room. She was following me pretty well, so I turned around, went out of the bedrooms and into the kitchen, then made a quick turn into the living room. By now, she was standing there with her hands on her hips looking at me silly. What? I was getting attention, wasn't I? That was the plan all along.
It has been warmer the last few days. Ah, I love warmth. Dandelion especially does (maybe cause he is 18 years old) and so does Myst, though he has a heated bed in that monitor.
Myst has it made. He has found a way to stay out of trouble and still watch the goings-on. Today, the little one-and-a-half-year-old human came over. This little guy is being raised with cats so he understands us (he thinks).
Sunlight is good, no matter how warm the house or where I have to go to sit in a patch of it, even under the coffee table up against one side of it. Myst and I have done a lot of chasing each other this week. We are so active these days. Even Dandelion seems more alert. Terry wonders if there is some secret to being more energetic.
