Schrödinger's cat

At last, another civilized cat blogger!

"As usual our humans will do the work for us.

And please fear not. As the only one who knows I can assure you that no cats were harmed in this experiment — I lived and died to tell my tale."

http://primastoria.com/story/viennese-meow

11

Well, lately it seems that eleven is my lucky number. Usually I find the eleven on the Big Bed after the louder person goes to sleep. I find it's an adequate formation to settle into and achieve sufficient comfort as well as some much needed --and well-earned-- rest. What you do is you get yourself in between the ones. Today I found the eleven in the Bright Room while the louder person was exchanging noises with the voices in the sometimes-window.
The female person has not been around for a while. Without reliable intelligence confirming her return time, instituting part 12B of my plan may be premature... sticking with 11 for now...yawn...

temptation

i want lobster

and

ice cream

and all the delicious items in the photos here:

http://thewayweate.net/

People at Home

I had a lovely weekend - the People were away someplace. I heard rumors of a wedding but I find it hard to believe that my grandmas would get married without my presence. AGAIN. Maybe if I see some photos I'll believe it.

Both of the People were at home today. I hope this won't be permanent - it limits my seating options and upsets my sense of time.

If I sound like my whiskers are bent out of shape, it is probably because I did not get a single piece of wedding cake.

Hip, hip, hooray.

... meow for love!