This morning has been beautiful, so Robbie and Tiger have been playing in the garden. (Sam & Pandora are indoor only cats, as is Flo-Jo my foster cat). I let them out at about 10:30AM, and they came in for the afternoon and had a spot of lunch at about 2:30PM as the weather turned *chilly*.

Well, today *I* had plans to clean the house. Just generally vacuum and tidy up/dust etc. as it hasn't been done all week. However, Robbie & Tiger had other ideas.

After their lunch, it was time for their *nap* to recuperate after expending so much energy running in and out of the house all morning. So I expect them to crash out in their usual spot - on my bed. It doesn't happen. They are crashed out in the middle of the floor, in my living room, Exactly where I wanted to vacuum. Of course, well trained cat slave that I am, I *can't* disturb them, so the vacuuming doesn't get done today. (That's my excuse, your honour, and I'm sticking to it!!)

They have me well trained!

Copyright © Helen Miles
April 9, 2001