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Sleeping cat. Using Artrage app. I’m having fun using my stylus, much more control than finger painting. This was sketched quickly from life, but the cat moved before I could finishh his paws. The mat is made up, the real one is grey and blue.
I can’t sleep, my bad leg is achy and itchy, I’m hungry because we had tea hours ago. I want comfort food. Sweet but not full of sugar. I found a croissant in the fridge and cut it in half lengthways. I’ve peeled a banana and I’m having a banana croissant. For a warm drink I’ve got a mug of milky decaffeinated tea. Not sure if any of this will make me feel better. I’m also surrounded by three cats intermittently mooching round me, coming up for attention, purring and poddling. 2.38am, aching, possible indigestion and cats. What a combination!
You can take a cat to a box but you can’t make it lie in one. I tickled his tummy risking my fingers, (his claws come out if you are not gentle). The paradox of cats, no wonder Shrodinger chose them as an example. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to be in the box?
One of the other cats takes up half the space I want to sleep in, he is double the size of this one so he’s difficult to shift when he’s asleep. He can’t even fit in the box I think.
These two are getting much more tolerant of each other. They don’t follow each other around, I think the smaller of the two is a few years older, so he sleeps more. But they tend to eat together, and now they are sleeping in the same place. They looked so comfortable that I didn’t move them, I slept sitting upright on the settee until they both got off and went outside.
Morning all, I just woke up and my cat decided to say hello. He puts his paw out to greet me and I stroke it, he is very sweet, it’s almost turned into a ritual as I’m still sleeping on the settee which I think he sees as his territory. I might go back to sleep, I woke up cold and shivering in the night, the temperature is definitely becoming autumnal.
Where do I sleep? I still can’t get upstairs. I guess I move the cats or sleep upright at the other end of the settee! I’m a big softy and I don’t like pushing them about. They have never slept together before. Their sister is upstairs but will probably sleep on the cat tree. Goodnight
Tongue out ready to lick, mucky chin, don’t know where he’s been. He came in after being out. It’s been raining and there’s mud about! Watchful eyes see what’s happening, he knows he’s loved, though he’s bought a smattering of rain and seeds in on his fur. So time to wash so he’s clean and dapper.
But when they take position on the settee at either end, they just make me laugh. They were like two lions sitting atop gate posts this morning. Watching what was happening, waiting for their breakfast. Matching black and white masks stoically patient.
I made myself a footstool out of a strong cardboard box, a pillow and a cat banket for softness. I’ve had my feet up on it for weeks, so the cats haven’t had the opportunity to use it. But I just went to get a drink and came back to find my little cat kneading it, (making biscuits/poddling). She’s now settled down to sleep! Cheeky!
The cats run out
It’s cooler under the trees
Where the breeze blows
Sleeps in the bushes
In the shade of green
They come in for food
Then scarper away
Before I can catch
Up with them
27 °C or more today
Too hot for cats…
Mallaband-Brown