A friend of ours wanted to repay us for helping her by painting our kitchen (thank goodness! we've been here four? five? years and I despise that wallpaper!). She was here on Thursday and had to move things around in order to mud the seams. She took a bookcase downstairs, moved the cat food bowls, etcetera etcetera. So it's no surprise that we have been shunned. For all of Thursday night the cats only came in to eat. Humans?
What human?? ::bows head in shame:: Last night we manged to get Star & Mister Kitten to come into the house with bribes of treats and Corwyn was able to hold his beloved Mister Kitten again. Star went Ninja. However! Thomas graced us with his presence at bedtime. whew!
This morning Star came in again when I walked back inside. I almost thought he wasn't going to do it.
He almost thought he wasn't going to do it. But after some treats, laying on my ginormous mousepad, letting me scritch him, and trying to walk across the keys a few times, he has resumed his post at the foot of the bed. ::sigh:: It's only one cat, but it's a start.
"You do realize that you'll have to get us
greenies rather than treats from the grocery now."
"I will graciously accept the treats you have in hand now,
so long as you give them to me ne-ow."
"I might even be tempted to hang around with you for a bit."
Da Boys wanted me to link this to the large pet bowl in penance for the kitchen fiasco!
I'm going to go put it into the two sections (clothing & other things) right now!
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