Yesterday's Condo
Gabby just continues to leave me delighted -- and I'm not referring to her numbers only. The kitties had finished their last installment of breakfast. Gizmo was yapping and pawing at me so, I had him on the counter and brushed his teeth (or, as I'm sure he regards it, gave him "special" treats for putting up with the teeth brushing). We finished, I turned around, and Gabby was sitting on the dining room table. She was investigating -- staring at herself in a mirror several feet away, and generally posing. The dining room table is typically a spot the Gizmo uses to talk to me while I'm making coffee. Gabby hasn't been up there for quite some time. Apparently, the kitties are claiming the living room and dining room. (Yesterday, when I couldn't find them, Gizmo was snoozing on one of big comfy chairs and Gabby had claimed a faux antique desk chair.)
Gabby is now having a wonderful time playing with a fuzzy toy. And, Gizmo is playing fetch with his feather. They both make me smile.
Gabby just continues to leave me delighted -- and I'm not referring to her numbers only. The kitties had finished their last installment of breakfast. Gizmo was yapping and pawing at me so, I had him on the counter and brushed his teeth (or, as I'm sure he regards it, gave him "special" treats for putting up with the teeth brushing). We finished, I turned around, and Gabby was sitting on the dining room table. She was investigating -- staring at herself in a mirror several feet away, and generally posing. The dining room table is typically a spot the Gizmo uses to talk to me while I'm making coffee. Gabby hasn't been up there for quite some time. Apparently, the kitties are claiming the living room and dining room. (Yesterday, when I couldn't find them, Gizmo was snoozing on one of big comfy chairs and Gabby had claimed a faux antique desk chair.)
Gabby is now having a wonderful time playing with a fuzzy toy. And, Gizmo is playing fetch with his feather. They both make me smile.