These People Are Going to Drive Me Crazy

First, Arnold lets out an odiferous, malodorous, heinous, stinky poop --- not all of which makes it into the litter box. Including the bit stuck to his butt.

Did I mention that this was at 2am?

Now it's 6am. I have fed the kitties. Silly me --- I bought some different food for Audrey, thinking she might like it. The package makes it look delicious. No thank you, says she. (at least she's polite about it)

So she's here in the fliving room.

Arnold, meanwhile HAS FIGURED OUT HOW TO OPEN MY BEDROOM DOOR and is currently standing in the doorway, acting slightly confused as to how he accomplished this feat --- merring pitiously at the doorway.

I must go take my shower and hope everyone doesn't starve.

I was dreaming

And it was about being at the opera. The opera went on and on and I couldn't understand any of it but this Italian woman sitting next to me was trying to translate.

I woke up and discovered that the "opera singer" was Audrey.

Oh dear.

Foof

Hi mom.

Hi Foof! I'm going to park here and read my book and watch football.

Ok. Your book is in my way. And so is the remote. Ahhhh, let me knead your chest. And now I must knead your right shoulder. Hey, if I turn around and scootch just a little bit... yes, I can curl up right here. But I need your right hand to support my butt. There. Now I can nap. {big kitty sigh} You might need your left hand to support your right hand that's supporting my butt. Yes, that's good. But don't breathe on me. There, that's better.