In the mornings and evenings it can get to be pretty chilly around here. We still keep our windows open but sometimes it gets so windy up on the 17th floor. The other day a huge gust of wind blew over a bunch of thing in the bedroom and office, which in turn scared Max and Rufus. Next thing I knew I had two boys cuddled beside me the rest of the day. They were the perfect reading buddies.
At night, after dinner, Rufus will trod off to bed early while Max will stay up and hang out in his little corner of the room that has his favorite chair and chewed up box filled with toys. We usually wake up the next morning to find the boys stretched out on our bed like two slabs of bacon, taking up as much room as possible, and reluctant to start the day. That is until they hear me in the kitchen. Then it’s a mad rush to claim the “treat stool” and constant meowing, head butting, and paw tapping until they are fed.
PS: Pandora is still with her grandparents in Atlanta, living the best life of all of us as a spoiled princess kitty.