Don't know if it is residual Halloween spirits, the drastic drop in temperature or the time change, but Mr. Bogart has been cray-cray the past few nights. Careening through the house, ricocheting around the bathtub (taking all the bottles off the tub rim), slamming cupboard doors, clacking the slider blinds. And I still have roach heebie-jeebies, so I get up to check to see if he's slaying bugs.
But no. Nothing.
And after he's thoroughly wakened me, he settles in the middle of the bed for a 10 hour nap.
"Chasing angels" is what I used to call it when his sister was similarly inclined.
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ReplyDeleteDays like today, I am glad for neither pets nor children on this vacation ...
At least one can shove pets off the bed.
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