Four a.m. cat-fight between Mozart and Scrabble woke the house. Combatants separated, we tried to go back to sleep. I think Steve may have done so, but I laid there for an hour, not breathing well and occasionally rubbing Hexapuma's stomach. He slept through the entire thing. The upside of being deaf.
The alarm went off and I staggered up, got lunch together, started coffee, oatmeal &c. Went outside to start the car and! -- you know where this is going right? -- all four doors frozen shut.
Steve managed to get the passenger door open and turn the key. Things are warming now, and that's Quite Enough Adventure for one day, right?
Right.
The alarm went off and I staggered up, got lunch together, started coffee, oatmeal &c. Went outside to start the car and! -- you know where this is going right? -- all four doors frozen shut.
Steve managed to get the passenger door open and turn the key. Things are warming now, and that's Quite Enough Adventure for one day, right?
Right.
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Date: 2011-03-08 05:37 pm (UTC)I have also had the occasional AM cat spat wake me up. Generally, the cats are just playing and one of them gets too rough and the other gets mad. By the time I arrive, the two cats are usually in their own "corners". Cat fluff is sometimes an indicator but not right now. This time of the year my Siberians are literally "blowing" coat.
Susan
Orlando