I can count on the kitty boys to be wherever I am. They greet me at the door when I come home from tasks or visits, then trail around, behind, and in front of me till their curiosity is satisfied, they get fed, or they decide it’s time for a cat nap.
Andy greeted me at the door when I came back from dialysis. Dougy came to greet me shortly afterwards, but my focus was on catching Andy. Andy managed to evade me earlier and still needed his medicine….
After a brief “scritching”, Dougy had important kitty business to take care of.
Ugh! I need to do litter box duty for sure now! Two cats fill it up pretty fast, and I didn’t get the job done before I left this morning: Not a good deal!
A bit later, Dougy takes a tour of the dining room table, which never looks better than this because the kitty boys manage to mess things up no matter how much straightening I make of my work piles.
So much for today’s little ballet. We managed to be in each other’s way yet no one got stepped on. That counts for a good day!