I get up and they do their morning routine. The cats run downstairs with me. I pour their food. Gunnar chows down. I change their water. Katie waits for the new water. I clean their litter boxes. Gunnar promptly uses the clean litter box. I take Mojo out. I feed Mojo. The end. That's pretty much all of the excitement until Mojo goes out for lunch. And then until dad comes home. They're a little more active in the evening. Gunnar has a 6:10 p.m. appointment with crazy. He darts up the stairs, meows up a storm, jumps on things, trashes some papers, maybe jumps in a box, then takes a nap on the bed until about 9 when he goes to see Matt. Katie stays downstairs with Matt in the evenings.
The pets tend to stay in whatever room I'm in and there's surprisingly little pet drama during the day. They usually fight in the morning, but they must get it out of their system, or save it until bedtime when they always have a fight. During the day, Gunnar might go off destructing but shortly thereafter he'll have to sleep it off. Katie wanders quietly away and naps in a sunny spot. Mojo sleeps. He doesn't even get up to bark that much. I knew he was lazy, but I'm not sure I thought he was this lazy.
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| Mojo gets comfortable. |
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