Exhausted

| November 7, 2008

One of the cats has insisted on waking me up every morning this week, two or three hours before my alarm clock is set to go off. The loss of sleep is getting to me. I’m not naming names, but… well, OK, it’s Kismet, who has taken to licking my face and grooming my hair. […]

Or, as I like to call him, “Special K”

| November 3, 2008

Kismet gave me a bit of a scare on Halloween. I finished work Friday at midnight, as usual, and went downstairs to feed the cats, as usual. They ate like the greedy little pigs they are, as usual. And we all headed back upstairs, as usual. Kismet and Packet got some feather/string and laser play […]