things went better than expected on thursday. Les Paul had a grand, grand time all day long. he ran around like a maniac, he sproinged up onto the couch and off the back of it, he was very, very busy. he and winnie…well, since they’re cats, they don’t love each other, but it really didn’t go so bad. winnie even managed to hold his ground sometimes, which is HUGE for such a fat scaredy dat.
the night before, everybody slept quietly in the living room.
les was lying there with his legs up in the air, SO CUTE, but when i tried to take a picture he moved. still very cute, except when his legs were in the air he loooked like a cartoon cat playing dead.
here’s one last shot of the cage, after i took everything out of it and before kevin took it down and put it in the van. he said that les looked at him when he did it; what are you doing with my little home?
before it was down, les looked around in the cage for the littler box then saw that it was in the middle of the living room floor, so then he used it right there.
the cage is gone now, and all is good.
ok then,
mrs. saturday morning hughes.