The kitty boys were concerned about why I spent the day Monday in bed. They came around as a team, meowing, patting me till I woke and sat up. This they did several times during the day. Apparently, the chicken I ate Sunday was tainted. Something, at least, knocked me out for a day! I’ll spare you details.

Nice to know the kitty boys were concerned. (“Who will open the cans? Who will open the cans!?”) 

Of course, without me around, who’d “scritch” the kitty boys? No wonder they were concerned! 

p.s. I feel much better today, if a bit weak.

Andy loves his new territory. Dougy sees that and has a burst of curiosity.

He waits till he can wait no more. Will Andy ever leave the television stand so he, Dougy, can check it out? Andy teases his brother…because he can! He leaves to get a drink of water, so Dougy does what Dougy will do – he snoops!

 Now that Andy’s gone, he can sniff to his heart’s content!  Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!

Is that Andy coming back. Maybe not…!

Sniff! Sniff! Sniff! Interesting information, this! Andy’s wee butt left tons of intelligence on this spot for Dougy to sniff out.

Maybe that’s Andy in the guest bedroom. Dougy hears something, but it’s not a cat.

I guarantee that’s not Andy on the ceiling, Douglas! Hee! Hee! Silly cat!

Dougy reluctantly agrees. Cats can’t fly, amazing as they are.

“Buh-bye!” Dougy finishes his investigation.