Here’s a typical morning at Rosings Park: I get up at 5:30, spend a few minutes checking e-mail and blog comments, pull on my workout clothes, and then head out the door for the gym. At the gym, I strain and sweat, and then I drive home to take a shower. After the shower, I have a bite to eat.

And through it all, there are cats. Okay, there aren’t any cats at the gym or in the car, but the rest of the time, there are cats. Too many cats. And often the cats are being bad. Here, for example, are Toto and Max demonstrating their favorite badnesses:

Yes, Toto loves to be on Kris’ computer. Usually she just sits upright on it, in classic cat pose. Apparently she’s decided it makes a nice bed, too. And Max? Well, he loves to jump into the window box, stretch against the screen, and then stare at us as we work in the kitchen. What a meatball.

No wonder I leave home as soon as possible so I can go get some work done at the office.

5 Replies to “Two Bad Cats”

  1. April says:

    MacBook waaaaaaaaarm.

    My kitty likes to wait until I’m practicing yoga to do all of the bad things she’s not supposed to do. This leaves me wondering if I should A, yell at the cat from my yoga mat (that can’t be good yoga), or B, ignore it and let her do as she pleases.

    Even when I do tell her not to do something, she only argues (audibly) until it looks like I might actually get up to chase after her. Sigh. Cat lovers are masochists.

  2. Lauren says:

    LOL. Love the button that the cat is pressing with his/her body on the keyboard!

  3. Becca says:

    I have to admit, i made fun of these when I first saw them, but I think this would be useful for Kris given Toto’s fondness for her computer:

    It’s a cat bed…with a heating pad that turns on when they get in it.

  4. Jethro says:

    I think I know why your laptops keep failing… 😉

  5. Will says:

    What is it about cats… evil, evil pets. I am about ready to get rid of ours too. Toby pulled the screen off the bottom of the sliding glass door and can now wiggle through to “let himself outside” if we try to leave the glass open. Marzi went out the other day, ate a fields worth of grass and then threw it all up into my Timbuk bag. Awesome.

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