The Loft

I'm kind of liking this loft! Maybe I'm like the kitties and I like it because it contains familiar things.

I've set up a table for the computer, now I just have to connect the printer and rearrange things some more.

I got a new lamp from Home Depot with the last bit of the gift cards I got from the Gribbles'. I put that together and the kitties kept me company. Now Audrey is napping on the table, underneath one of the lamps --- it's like she's in the spotlight in all her foof-y glory.

Arnold jumped up and down off the table, wandered around and around the computer, rubbed his cheeks against the computer. Now he's alseep on top of the filing cabinet (the one that used to be upstairs next to their tower). It's also very close to me right now --- that's as far as I could move it.

They are still perplexed by meal-time. They were very hungry and mer-ed all over the kitchen while I was preparing dinner. But then they wandered back and forth between the two bowls - Audrey over the Arnold's and back again. Arnold over to Audrey's and back again. I'm not sure what was going on! I went back to the loft and they eventually found me there and each had serious kitty-breath --- so, I guess they ate a little something.

Wonder how they'll feel when I clean out the litter box tonight? Think they'll watch me? Or are they too busy zonked out?

Oh yes --- forgot to tell you about the attic. There's this little storage space under the roof here in the loft. I started moving things into it today, just to make some more room here in the loft. Audrey-kitty dashed in and started to wander around. Then she jumped onto some air duct thing and disappeared into the bowels of the house. Eeeeek! I screeched and she came dashing back and dashed out. Arnold tried to come in and investigate but I wouldn't let him.

How on earth are we going to get stuff in and out of there?!?!

Ok, Foof just stretched a Halloween-kitty stretch, wandered over behind the computer, collapsed on her side then tilted her head upside-down to stare at me. Think she knows I'm writing about her?

Now her eyes are closed again... oops! one just opened to give me a one-eyed killer look! What a foof!