Teatime, Lulu

Here Lulu is spying the lovely set I received as a gift from a friend.


The Never Ending Escapades

The beauty of a cat’s life is that they sleep during the day (when the human population in our home actually has to go to work).
And oh the pleasure a cat feels when their mom comes home and they get to run rampant again. And the escapades continue until early hours of the morning.

Without consideration for the humans, they will play catches on a human chest or with a door. I can only imagine that they use the door because it has a lot of resonance, it booms when it is under the duress of a paw.

And so, I get shouted at when the dad has an iron unexpectedly fall on his face in the wee hours of the morning (don’t ask why the ironing board doubles as a side table next to the bed).

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