The cats and I are both looking forward to the weekend for opposite reasons. They like the idea of being able to go out, and I like the idea of not having to go out, especially with this cold I have.
Julie, of course, likes going outside the best of all.
Calla pulled a trick on all of us this morning. We were all upstairs, and she suddenly piped up with a series of loud cries from downstairs. Sometimes when this happens, the cats at least seem to know what the issue is even if I am clueless.
I remember an incident from last year when Calla saw a bird outside and then lost track of it and called out to the others and they started looking for it in the other upstairs rooms even though they had not seen the bird themselves.
This time, though they were as mystified as I was. The three of us were peering down at her from the overlook wondering what got into her, but she wasn’t telling.
It is getting close to trim time for Gus. I’m not sure if it will happen this weekend, but it might. From last time, it seems that it would be better to trim before he mats rather than wait too long.