The kittens as well as Ivanka and Ray have decided that if I am not up after my second alarm then it's time to bomb me out of bed.
We'll see about that.
The kittens and Ivanka began playing with one of my vitamin c packet wrappers underneath my bed. There's mostly cement there so the noise echoes. Ray was somewhere else at the time. I told them to get out. The noise would stop. Two minutes later, the playing began again. So this time armed with a flashlight and squirt bottle... hehehe!
Revenge was mine!
I had a headache from all the aerial spraying of toxic heavy metals and I just wanted to sleep it off. Too much to ask apparently as the kitties I came to realize a few hours later were almost out of hard food in their play room.
Oh poor babies! They're going to starve to death... NOT!
Right now as I type, my Lynx Colorpoint Shorthair is all stretched out on the desk by the keyboard. His kitty cat dream was fulfilled. I was out of bed and did my human duty to make them happy kitties.
One day... one day, the tables will be turned. I'm still waiting for that day to happen. When the kitties will have to bring me breakfast in bed. Although seeing how scant the bug population is in my house, I can say with some certainty that I will not be grossed out of bed any time soon.
Well, my Bombay likes to bring me her toy. Freshly soaked in her water bowl, which is gross by the way, for me to throw to her.
I guess the skies are clear enough, although not blue enough, for me to venture outside for a few minutes. I hope the air is clean enough of most chemical particulates so I won't get a sinus headache again every time I return from the outside. It's getting outrageous. I guess it's time Americans started complaining about this toxic fallout.