Mossy Cottage Knits

Good Morning, Mommy!!

As I may have mentioned before, although I would dearly love to, I don’t sleep with the cats at night because, first, they squash me into a suffocating state of near immobility and, second, they both snore. It’s not even a soothing, rhythmic snore; it consists of irregular dry, nasal snicks; unattractive, mucousy inhalations; small growls; high-pitched squeaks; and guttural, breathy, fishy exhalations. Add the twitches and twitters that come when they dream of romping across fields of catnip, and the fact that there are two cats, and you can imagine the cacophony.

The price I pay is what I discover in the morning about how they've spent the night. Like this, which is ironic on so many levels:

What would you normally expect to find on a mouse pad? Do you see one? Do you see one even plugged in, as if it had merely been knocked off the table? Why, no!

I suspect this is the result of fly-chasing which, experience tells me, makes the cats explode into the most spectacularly insane aerial acrobatics, with no concern for life, limb or property. Oddly, the fly usually survives.