#Monday, Day 3 of #OlympicsAtHome. It’s feline v feline in the “Dude, Where’s My Breakfast?!” scavenger hunt. Bowls have been moved (so the human doesn’t have to bend), and confused cats must locate their designated feeding station. The firm favourite, #BeastieBoyStan, has found 3 out of 4 already!
#Tuesday, so, #BeastieBoyStan, the only one of our cats that can remove a cover from a food bowl, and the only one that can open a locked cat flap from inside. That’s how I know he’s fine, despite not seeing him since breakfast yesterday. The signs are there - and one of them says Hotel, I’m sure!
#Wednesday, so #BeastieBoyStan came home eventually. Popped over the fence late afternoon, gave me an ‘oh there you are’ look (like I’d been gone all night), sauntered into the house, ate breakfast and dinner in quick succession, then slept all evening in my seat. Gotta love the arrogance of cats!
#Tuesday, I’m not doing April Fool's this year. Why? Because nothing I come up with could possibly beat the batshit crazy, scarcely believable, shitshow that the world is right now. Oh, and if you see #BeastieBoyStan, tell him to get his skinny little arse home. Gone all night. Not an April Fool.
