Cat therapy

Sometimes, you have to just sit back and watch the kitties.

Tig’s “nest,” his favorite outdoor sleeping spot when it’s not too hot. This picture was taken only a few minutes ago. It must be not hot enough, though, because shortly after I took this shot, he moved out into the sun, where he sits, a glorious orange glow in the middle of the green grass.

And speaking of orange and green, there’s Gracie:

The tissue paper is Gracie’s nest. She loves sleeping in it, and, in fact, abandoned me for about a week until she finally rediscovered the advantage of sleeping in my bed (Ooh! I can wake her up for a morning skritch!). It’s funny how much it resembles Tig’s nest. Yesterday, she had some of the paper pulled up and was peeking over it, but before I could get the camera, the paper flattened. We will try to recreate it.

I know the rockets are still falling in Israel. But we all need to take a break. It’s time for cat therapy.

Blogging will be light the rest of the afternoon. I think my tiredness from yesterday was a slight case of dehydration, caused by running in full business suit back to my car for my good shoes with the heels, rather than the comfortable shoes I was driving in, and then not drinking enough water shortly thereafter. Because I’m still tired today.

Hydration is ongoing. Gatorade consumed, this time, without the disgusting slimy thing in the bottle due to age.