Well, it’s been another Wonderpurr Weekend at my house, the place where I live. It’s been averaging 98 degrees with a heat index of 100+ so of course Dad decided the master bedroom had to be relocated from the upstairs where it’s always hot and costs a fortune to chill because the room is so big, to the smaller room downstairs that Mom uses for her office.
He decided Mom should move her office into the open dining room since no one ever dines in there. The whole shift of furniture is now in progress with the noisy carpet cleaning machine sopping up the carpets with wet stuff, and lots of grunts and swearing while my pawrents shove heavy desks and cabinets from room to room.
At our house we thrive on Change. If nothing Changes for awhile, we all get kinda crabby and do something stoopid like…adopt another cat.
Yup. Candy is the latest mempurr of the Wonderpurr Gang. Dad shudda thought about moving the bedroom when summer first started, but now we’re stuck with her.
Or rather, Dori is stuck with her.
See, when Dori was a kitten she had endless energy. END. LESS. And she took a liking to me right away, which meant I got the full brunt of her END. LESS. ENERGY.
But now Candy has her eye on Dori. Candy is 12 months. Dori is 3.
Dori has been begging to sleep in the Man Cat Cave with me to avoid being kept up all night.
I’m mature enough to feel sorry for my little sisfur, but… Paybacks are hell!
I hope you have a Wonderpurr Week!
Be sure to stop back on Friday to join us for another chapter in our Sherlock Herms Purranormal Adventures.