Well, at least that is how it felt. Laser here and I have to say I’m glad that Carry is back to work today so we’re living on normal time again. This weekend she woke me up at 4.30am to get up and take the duvet downstairs to watch the Formula 1. I can tell you now, I did not want to move at that time and tried my hardest to put my paw down about being relocated.
Luckily, she just moved down to the sofa and was kind enough to leave some space for me to get comfy again beside her. McLaren was very jealous and sat on the stool staring at us the whole time. I didn’t care though, I was so comfy and snuggly and Carry kept tickling my chin.
After the F1 finished, Carry disappeared off for the morning. When she came back her hair was a different colour and it was all curly. Like REALLY curly. She seemed to like it though and tried to take photos with McLaren and I. We didn’t really want to have our photo taken or be tickled by her crazy hair so these were the best she managed.
Sunday followed a similar pattern only instead of taking selfies, McLaren and I had a little extra time to play fight. It was lots of fun and as you can see from the video, I won. I am the most excellent fighter. McLaren submits every time. (Carry made me add that you should excuse the state of the floor, she hasn’t had the hoover out lately thank goodness!)
After all that effort, I went to bed early. Carry had some new bedding on so it took a little while for me to get comfy and find the right spot. McLaren, meanwhile made himself at home in the gap between Carry’s curled up legs. He looked very peaceful. It was hard not to pounce on him to wake him up.
Apparently we will have a new lodger tomorrow. I’m not at all excited, though I’m sure McLaren will be. I never know who is coming or going with how fast these foster children come through. At least Carry hasn’t decided to adopt any herself yet, so I still get a BIT of a look in on the loving.