The Cat Is At Home. Alive.

Just in case anyone was worried about my homicidal feelings towards a particularly old, weak bladdered, vindictive feline. He's fine, he likes his home better than Zephyr does and he doesn't seem too concerned about his close brush with death and/or homelessness.

I have now set up a "cat run" for them to get out of their cat-habitat and stretch their legs. Louis actually prefers sitting on his ass (like his mama) but Zephyr takes every opportunity to spazz out and act like she's fucking Braveheart. FREEDOM!

Here is a picture of their daytime home. I am assured that it is not considered animal cruelty to keep them in there while I am at work. While I am at home they are free to roam about the country kitchen. While I watch them. Like a hawk.

Also - here is a picture of my (almost) pristine carpet. So lovely, so soft, so should have done this years ago...