They show it by sleeping on your head, and other places on you, at night, asking to be cuddled by tapping your arm when
you're trying to read the weather and news reports to your hubby while he's eating breakfast, following you around, lying
at your feet, and puking in places where clean-up is easy.
But seriously, they're my three little basement angels.
We went for twenty years without getting a basement cat, and now we have three.
Miss Hissy Slashy is an impossible cat, for she has not one white hair, and she has blue eyes. According to "Catnip" or "Cat
Fancy," I forget which, it is not possible for a black cat to have blue eyes.
But there she sits.
This Thanksgiving Mrs. Tweeze and I went to my parents’ home for the weekend. We’d originally planned to stay through today, but I decided we should probably come home last night instead. Two of our three cats have never been left in the house for days at a time before now, and I was concerned that I might come home to a trashed house.
We got home last night and the house was intact. But the big pan of dry cat food we left for them Wednesday afternoon was completely bare, and two of the three water bowls were empty!
I think Apple, Patch and Monkey are thankful we didn’t stay gone another day. :)