First, all is well. Ozzie and Speck may need counseling before it’s all over, but they’ll survive! Hrobosky sleeps on our bed. When the sun started coming up it was apparently enough light to get him going, and go he went! He licked me on the eyelids, pull my hair with his teeth, and finally meowed in my ear. Smart cat – a stupid one would have meowed on my neck, hand or wherever!
He’s playing games of his own volition with me, and I am impressed. I have a very small (1×1.5) oriental rug (a sample of a larger one they can order, probably) that I have under the pedals of the piano to protect the wood floor. This morning it was just behind the three pedals, so I put it back under the three pedals, centered. About five minutes later I saw Hroboslky sitting beside, looking into the breakfast room at me, and about a foot behind the piano bench. He had clearly moved it himself, this time, and was playing with me (my mind!). The first time I figured I did it somehow.
Yesterday I think I deleted an e-mail from you. I didn’t do it intentionally, but the second it was gone I realized it was a new one. It was probably about the Frenchie info, but I don’t know. Whatever it was, if you still have it in “sent mail”, send it again and I promise not to deep six it.
He likes cream. I had some in the ice box to whip for strawberry shortcake, and Jack put some in a saucer for Hrobosky. The way to a cat’s heart…
So far so great!