The monthly bout of lunacy is in full swing, at our house. With the total full moon, being tomorrow, my crew is gearing up. As the orb waxes and gets bigger and brighter, the outrageous behavior escalates.
Rowdy is doing her best, to make sure that EVERYBODY joins in her nocturnal rampages. At 2:30 a.m., I was awakened by her banging the bathroom wastebasket. I crawled out from under Buddy and chased Rowdy out of the bathroom. Just as I got back to sleep, I heard her banging the cupboard door. Bill called her an unprintable name and I chased her out, again. Once more, dozing off, I hear banging and pathetic yowling: she had shut the bathroom door, from the inside and couldn't get out. Buddy was sitting in the hallway, commiserating with her. If not for the yowling, I might have left her in there. Rowdy may find herself confined to the crate, with Pearl tonight.
Opie has contented himself with dragging out every pet brush and comb, in the house and grooming himself. As a shorthair, he has a boar-bristle brush and regularly brushes himself. Suddenly, he feels the need to use the longhair brush and comb. Last evening, there were grooming implements scattered all over the family room floor. When I put them back on their shelf, Opie dragged them down again.
Is there a sleepng pill, for cats? I'd like to give one to Rowdy.
Rowdy is doing her best, to make sure that EVERYBODY joins in her nocturnal rampages. At 2:30 a.m., I was awakened by her banging the bathroom wastebasket. I crawled out from under Buddy and chased Rowdy out of the bathroom. Just as I got back to sleep, I heard her banging the cupboard door. Bill called her an unprintable name and I chased her out, again. Once more, dozing off, I hear banging and pathetic yowling: she had shut the bathroom door, from the inside and couldn't get out. Buddy was sitting in the hallway, commiserating with her. If not for the yowling, I might have left her in there. Rowdy may find herself confined to the crate, with Pearl tonight.
Opie has contented himself with dragging out every pet brush and comb, in the house and grooming himself. As a shorthair, he has a boar-bristle brush and regularly brushes himself. Suddenly, he feels the need to use the longhair brush and comb. Last evening, there were grooming implements scattered all over the family room floor. When I put them back on their shelf, Opie dragged them down again.
Is there a sleepng pill, for cats? I'd like to give one to Rowdy.