Louie's Gotcha Day

Yes, today was Louie's Gotcha Day. I didn't exactly ignore him. He insisted on either sitting in front of the computer screen or plopping himself on my lap as I worked. He's kind of a large lump. But I love him dearly, and wished him a happy day. As soon as I post this, I am going to throw him [and Wilbur] a Gotcha Party, with plenty of fresh nip from our neighbor Lynn's nip patch.

Three Bad Kittehs

Three bad kittehs is right! So, Skootch peeing on the rug was very upsetting. I recently had to have all of my rugs cleaned. That particular rug carried extra emotional meaning, since it had belonged to my dear parents. For a number of years Skootch had been on Prozac for "inappropriate marking behavior" when Lucy was alive. I had gradually weaned him off of it, and it had been a couple of years of no marking, but that has come to an end, obviously. Skootch is now back on Prozac.

Louie is determined that I get up when HE is ready, and he has been quite successful in dismantling the lampshade on my lovely [grandfather's] cloisonne lamp. It is on the other side of the room from the bed, so I have to get out of bed and chase him away from it. At that point he jumps onto the warm spot of the bed that I had just vacated, purring and showing me his soft belly. 

Normally, Wilbur is the "good" kitty in the morning. He lets Louie do all the bad stuff. But I think he was inspired by Louie's shenanigans and decided to get in on the fun.