A Happy Merp...

... is a Merp with Happy Merp food.

And, guess who poured in all the happy food into the container without first taking out the scoop? Right... that would be me.

Oops.

Right now I have a dust buster beside me on the couch and a very merp-y Arn in the bedroom.

Arnold the Explorer

It's always fascinating to discover what Arnold has found in his night-time explorations.

This morning I found a gigantic hair-dealy by my bathroom door. The kind that looks like it could be a headband. Or a ponytail holder for a giant.

He was bummed when I took it.

Audrey-kitty

I was parked with Audrey-kitty yesterday.

Well, to be completely accurate... I had the computer on my lap and was trying to check mail and Audrey kept climbing onto my pook and turning around and around and trying to park on the 4 square inches I had available.

I noticed something on her pantaloons. What could it be? Oh, dear, a giant clump of dried litter.

I had to cut it out with scissors.

She was Not a Happy Kitty. But now she's clump-free.

You will NOT believe this...

The kitties have done nothing interesting since my last post.

No, really.

Right now I'm waiting for the fridge man and Audrey is neatly perched on the arm of the white couch. Arnold, I assume, is somewhere in his lair, doing Arnold-y-type things.

"Clink. Clink. Clink"

Hmmmm.... what's that noise? It's about midnight and I was fast asleep but I heard a suspicious noise... sounded like it was coming from the kitchen.

With all the stealth I could muster I put on my glasses and quietly made my way out of my bedroom and through the dining room. I heard a quiet "thud". I walked over the the sink. No one was there.

"Mer?", a little voice said from the fliving room. And that little mer said it all: "Oh, are you looking for me? Why, I've been here in the fliving room grooming my face the whole time."

Then he purred while I went back to bed.

Arnold?

I went into my bedroom after I got home from church (I'd already been fussed at by Audrey-kitty). No Arnold. "Well," I thought, "maybe he's the bathroom, in his sink."

Just then "Mrrrrrr-ow?" and here comes Arnold, slinking out from under my covers! He'd been completely covered! I didn't even know he was there!

And he looked cutely groggy.

There's a Dust Buster on the back on my chair

And it's really cute and groggy, too.

Oooohhhh, she doesn't know I'm writing about her. She just fell asleep.

Aaawwwwwwwww!

WHAT'S THAT NOISE???

It's approx. 3am.

At first I thought it was Arnold in the litter box.

But it went on a loooooong time. It sounded like he was scrabbling through papers or something. Oh no! is he shredding some newspaper or something in my bedroom???

Quick! turn on the light and put my glasses on.

It's Arnold all right... I had left his bag of kitty food on the counter and he had managed to:

• get if OFF the counter
• drag it through the kitchen and fliving room
• and into my bathroom!

I took it away and shut it firmly into the pantry.

He looked very perplexed. "Where did it go?"