It is raining outside, Kitties. I am very bored.
Before Mosaic Lady was even out of bed, I knocked one of my (and her) favorite angel magnets off of the fridge (by climbing on top of the fridge), and broke its wing.
I also enjoyed my nightly ritual of strewing bubble wrap all over the guest room floor.
Then I decided to help ML in her studio by repositioning the fish brooches that are still drying in place on the clock.
She has no sense of placement.
I got yelled at (really LOUDLY) four times when trying to pry the metal floor register off the heating vent in the dining room.
So I went back into the studio to continue working on a very avant-garde art project of my own.
It is truly a work in progress.
Don't I remind you of Farrah Fawcett when she paints?
All the other Mosaic Cats and Dawg are sleeping quietly. Bores!
Willie was staggering in his hind legs on Friday, and acting like a super-geezer the last few months, so he went to the fur doctor for tests. He is hyperthyroid now, just like Bianca! Both of them are now on thyroid meds.
This is turning into a geriatric ward for sure.
We'd better foster some kittens after New Year's to entertain me. (Sadie, as you know, is useless to me.)
I'm off to the mud room to knock down the stacks of empty boxes destined for recycling.