Just cats being cats.

There seems to be nothing our cats enjoy so much as lolling around in the rec room.



Onyx looked so silly I had to get a picture.  This is right in front of the fireplace, his favourite spot on a cool evening.



We've tried to disuade Jezebel from sleeping here, but it is just too toasty warm for her to resist.

The Puzzle Box

Cats love to eat.  And eat.  Darn near anything.

Most particularly, Snaps - who is a rescued stray - loves to eat: as though he doesn't know where his next meal is coming from (he does know, of course, because he always comes running at the sound of the cupboard door being opened).  He has pretty much doubled his weight since we took him in, last fall.  My guess is that he weighs at least 15 lbs., now.  He is certainly not the svelte orange tom-in-need-of-fixing we allowed into the the laundry room to escape the rain.

He seems to have levelled off at this weight, finally comfortable that he has enough spare fat on his frame to see him through whatever befalls; but he is still hungrier by far than the rest of our furry horde.  Rather than just let him have an extra bowlof kibble, however, we have started to give the extra snack in the "puzzle box".

Jezebel loves it too, and will often leave the others noshing from their bowls, to sit by the box and fish out her snack on her own.  Onyx participates somewhat unwillingly, but takes part anyway (as he seems to feel he must be a part of every activity in the house, making sure the others KNOW he is in charge of the situation).  Stitches avoids the whole thing.

So, who else out there has insomnia?

This isn't a problem I'm used to, but it's just one more post-menopausal joy, I guess.  Bedtime begins with such snuggly promise:  although I don't fall asleep quickly, I do drift off to a nice, comfy nowhere.  And then, for some reason - I'm too warm, need to pee, have indigestion, or some other minor discomfort - I wake up...and can't fall back asleep.  I lie awake.  For hours.
Or maybe it only seems like hours.  Perhaps I drift in and out, though it doesn't feel that way:  it feels like I am fully awake.  I try to occupy my mind, usually with prayer.  That doesn't always help, though.  Sometimes I start to worry about things, instead.  Then I'm REALLY awake.

Worst of all, I'm disturbing Iain's sleep, too.  Ever try to lie perfectly still when you aren't asleep?  It's not easy.

Well, I guess I will go back to bed; my glass of milk is empty, and I'm getting cold.  Wish me luck!