Today was a Katharine Hepburn day on TCM channel, and several of these movies were new to me.
I decided to do a marathon Katharine Hepburn watch but failed to let the kitties know I planned to do it in my bedroom, where I can lie down and watch a larger television than the one in the front room. Also, if I watch in the front room, the boys bug me to bring out the kitty toys, definitely a distraction! (If fun — don’t let me tell you otherwise.)
Once in bed, I thought I was safe from kitty intervention. But no! Dougy came in, hopped onto the bed, walked up and down my body, and made biscuits — painfully! — on my side. I pet him until he hopped off the bed. A few minutes later, he repeated this performance. I wasn’t getting his hint: Kitties rank over legendary Hollywood goddesses! Oh dear!
I sat on the edge of my bed, and Andy came over to put his forepaws on my knee. My knee is permanently scabbed over because Andy does this to get my attention. It works, too, because his claws always are out just enough to snag my skin.
OK! OK! I get the hint, kitties! I turned off the television and we played kitty games. Now, it’s time for a nap. A cat nap.