Mommy whistled and put out some tuna for us.
We all came running!
Of course it was merely a lame ruse to get some photos of us.
But the joke was on her...she had the camera on the wrong setting so the pictures came out a little wonky. Plus, she had to flash us. With the light, thank Cod.
Rupert photobombed in a gallant attempt to thwart her.
Did you know his tail has stripes?
Now for the Tittle-Tattle!
The Whizz Wars have wound down. Daddy took off the baseboards and opened up some of the corners where we kept peeing, and he discovered way worse whizz damage than we Cats could have done. Apparently the dogs who lived here before us had some house-soiling issues, and when we went to war those three areas were irresistible to mark. Mommy cleaned the spots with various potions and unguents, then Daddy filled them with expanding foam chit. (ed-I okayed that word.) They are debating putting baseboard up again after the drywall is fixed, or just painting down to the tile and caulking in the seam. Any suggestions?
The other bit of gossip is that our faux-leather furniture is gone! The two chairs and the ottoman are now living on the Catio, and the be-tinkled sofa was curb-picked by some
poor unsuspecting lucky soul. We now have patio furniture in our living room as a replacement. It's metal (easy cleaning) and too high for us to want to lift our tails...it kind of looks weird but it's comfortable, and Daddy loves how easy it is to clean the floor. He is such a hausfrau. Hausherr. Whatever.
The faux-leather chairs are a huge hit on the Catio for us felines and the peeps. They weren't too badly offended against (good enough for a well-ventilated spot) and we love sleeping on 'em out there. Because there was nowhere else to snooze, otherwise. heh. And the peeps sit out there a lot more too, now that there's some really comfy seating. Which means more petting for us.
So it's all good, kitties. Tuna, new furniture, and luvvins.
XX The Lounge Kats XX