Had a nice weekend. Had a plan for all of the things I was going to do. I think I did two of them. So that was … progress, I guess. I did a lot of cat cuddling, instead, for the most part. Let’s check in on the animals.
Phoebe enjoyed a Saturday in the sun.
I’d gone outside to conduct some very important solar power experiments. When she sees someone outside who she knows should be inside, she does a great many tricks to get your attention and entice you to come back in. I liken it to human-trained dolphins. “Come look at this trick!” There’s a lot of flopping and flipping upside down. Some of it more graceful than others.
I also got the rare Phoebe cuddle:
I am the second choice here, and that’s fine. When she’s desperate, and if I can get a blanket quick enough, she’ll sit with me. About a month ago I stopped counting how many times it had taken place — because I would need to use a third hand to keep track. But when she’s really cozy she climbs up on you like this. I have had four of these now.
She disappeared as soon as I took that photo, so thank goodness for safety shots, I suppose.
Poseidon is doing just fine, too. He had a sleepy weekend:
Who could blame him? Sleepy weekends are pretty awesome.
And how was your weekend? I hope you accomplished precisely what you needed to, exactly what you wanted to, and not the first bit more.
