Yesterday's Condo
Poor Gizmo. He looked so forlorn. The kitties had their first two installments of breakfast and Gizmo had walked away from his bowl. Gabby doesn't understand the concept of grazing. If there's a bowl and there's food in it, according to her, it's meant to be eaten -- and she's glad to oblige. I came back into the kitchen and Gizmo was hunting for crumbs.
Gabby has claimed the new box as her own. Other than crumb hunting, Gizmo has been leaping over cubes and racing around in kitten-like fashion. Watching him exhausts both me and Gabby. All P's are in place which is a good thing since my favorite cat sitter has returned to Chicago in time for my spending the weekend teaching at a workshop in Wisconsin. I'll try to check in but I'll be gone until around PMPS on Sunday.
Poor Gizmo. He looked so forlorn. The kitties had their first two installments of breakfast and Gizmo had walked away from his bowl. Gabby doesn't understand the concept of grazing. If there's a bowl and there's food in it, according to her, it's meant to be eaten -- and she's glad to oblige. I came back into the kitchen and Gizmo was hunting for crumbs.
Gabby has claimed the new box as her own. Other than crumb hunting, Gizmo has been leaping over cubes and racing around in kitten-like fashion. Watching him exhausts both me and Gabby. All P's are in place which is a good thing since my favorite cat sitter has returned to Chicago in time for my spending the weekend teaching at a workshop in Wisconsin. I'll try to check in but I'll be gone until around PMPS on Sunday.