The Wrath Of An Easter Bunny

The Easter weekend is upon us, and I have an image blog for the occasion. Enjoy!

A Day In The Life Of A Cat

 And now it is time for the point of view of the cat, who must always have the last word in these.

7:02 AM. Waking up. Slept well. Had zoomies at some point through the house. 

7:04 AM. An inspection of the exterior from the back of the couch out the windows. Flying lunches pecking around in the grass. 

7:09 AM. Waiting on the staff to get down here and see to my breakfast.

7:21 AM. The staff finally turns up. It's about time, staff, I was about to send a search party after you.

7:22 AM. Reminding the staff of my particular wants and needs for breakfast. None of which involves field rations. Are we clear on that, staff?

7:24 AM. The staff puts my breakfast down on the floor. The bowl of milk and plate of tuna are welcome. The bowl of field rations is not.

7:26 AM. I have finished off the milk and tuna. I shall ignore the field rations and leave the staff to have her breakfast in peace and quiet.

7:38 AM. Somewhere off in the distance, that stupid mutt is barking his head off.

7:42 AM. The staff is on her way out to that place she calls work. Very well, staff. You have my leave to go. But remember, we're running low on milk.

7:45 AM. The staff has driven off in the car. Now then, how shall I occupy the remainder of the day?

8:02 AM. Watching the Weather Network. They're calling for some snow tonight. Well, even though it's technically spring, we've had False Spring. We are now in Third Winter.

10:51 AM. Waking up from a nap. One can never have enough of those.

11:22 AM. Sauntering into the kitchen, feeling a bit hungry.

Oh, right, all that's out in the open is that bowl of field rations.

Oh, well....

11:25 AM. Well, that will have to tide me over until the staff gets home.

1:29 PM. My nap is disturbed by the barking from that foul hound from down the road.

The mailman must be stopping by from the sounds of it.

2:40 PM. Zoomies are called for. Breaking out into a sprint around the house to see if I can break my all time fastest time.

4:56 PM. The staff arrives at home. I see she has grocery bags. Very good.

Well, staff, if you happen to find a few things overturned, in my defense a cat having zoomies is not responsible for their actions.

5:03 PM. Supervising the staff while she puts the groceries away. Staff? Where is the catnip?

6:27 PM. Dinner with the staff. She's made meatloaf for herself with her vegetables, but has cut up some slices for me. Very good, staff, very good indeed.

6:45 PM. Leaving the staff to do her post-dinner thing. After all, cats are not made for doing dishes.

7:04 PM. The staff settles on the couch with me. I shall grace her with cuddles and purrs.

8:26 PM. Pondering the great mysteries of life. Who made the first ball of yarn?

9:10 PM. A glance outside into the night. Yeah, looks like it's snowing.

11:35 PM. The staff is off to bed. Good night, staff, sleep well. But do keep the door open.

I have zoomies scheduled in the night, after all.