What a beautiful morning...

I tell you, there's nothing like getting up briefly early in the morning after a night of partying than to find one of your cats has barfed all over a kitchen chair and the carpet in the night, while the other one (presumably) stepped into a pile of cat shit and walked all over the bathroom. Yummy.

Going back to bed now.

Franky and Benjy doing what they do best.

Well, I know not all of my readers want to read all the witty texts I'm squeezing out of my brain for you everytime I post here, so without further ado, here's a picture:


Franky and Benjy doing what they do best.

Too boring to tell?

I have to admit, I'm not doing updates as frequently as I used to when Frankie and Benjy were younger. And smaller. And did more funny stuff. But seriously, who wants to read about how they await me every morning at my bedroom door and fighting for my attention and my petting hands? Or how they crawl all over me when I'm just sitting somewhere trying to get something done? Ok, admitted, one day when I was sitting on the toilet (yes, I do go into the bathroom to do other stuff than cleaning the litter box every once in a while) and Frankie climbed on top of my shoulders to make himself comfortable on my back, that was a bit funny. Sorry I didn't have a camera with me there, but then, I wouldn't have shown that picture anyways.

But the really fun part was this morning, when I was getting ready to step into the shower and suddenly couldn't help but notice that one of me feet was conserably warmer than the other one. Warmer and wetter. Next thing I notice is the stream of yellowish liquid gushing out of the litter box and onto my right foot. So I try to tell Frankie that it is not enough to stick the head and all four paws into the litter box before letting go, but it's also a good idea to point your peeing bits downwards first. If you ever tried to deter a peeing cat from it's business, you will already know what I'm about to tell you: it just does not work. So I just watched the puddle on the floor grow until Frankie was finished and mopped it up for him. Which was still better than waiting for Frankie to find the mess himself and trying to clean it up by sticking his paws in...