Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day and I was full of ambition. Kid had put the sofa slipcovers in the wash. Taking them out, I noticed one was still covered with gobs of cat fur and some weren’t quite clean. They should be a cream color not gray. So I washed them, some three times. Which explains this.

Not content to just do laundry, I went out and pulled weeds, lots. Later, after I had put the sofa back together, I spent a good hour (until Smallville was over) petting kitties. Jezi and Izzy were laying just right so I could scritch both under their ears with one hand. Keefe was on the other side washing Meowza’s face. Nice, they all get along. They all get petted.

Today, I overslept and missed my physical therapy appointment, something I never do. I apologized profusely. Then I slept another four hours. I was really tired. Had a dream where people were stealing stuff. Woke to find a drawer in a cart in the hall pulled open, checked and the package was there but the mousies were gone. Little thieves. OK, it wasn’t people but they were stealing stuff. I must be psychic. Collected the mousies and won’t be storing them in the same room with the cats. They have yet to open doors. Noticed too when I dropped the silverware, I was a bit weaker. Wonder how long this will last? I’ll be real fun at work if I drop stuff.