I can tell the weather outside by my cats. When it’s light earlier in the mornings, and warm, they want to go out and stay out — except to come in and eat breakfast.

If it’s cooler and dewy out, however, they want to be inside snuggling with me. This morning Simba took a long nap on my lap. It makes us both very happy. If he were a human, he’d make a great massage therapist.

I was vacuuming the floors this morning in preparation for steaming them. Simba isn’t afraid of much, but he does hate the vacuum. In short order the boys had disappeared outside.

Now, Chester isn’t very fond of the vacuum, but he’s not afraid of it either. I was trying to somewhat keep an eye on him, as he only pooped once this morning, but he disappeared and I couldn’t find him. I thought I kept hearing scratching noises. I also thought maybe he’d gone out into the kennel with the boys.

Sure enough, I was right. When I was finished vacuuming, I called him but still couldn’t find him — and there really aren’t many places to hide in our house. But I kept hearing scratching noises.

I walked over to the cat door that leads to the kennel, and called again. Yup, there was his head butting against the cat door. He has to jump up to get through the cat door, but he made it. Of course, now any time he really wants to hide from us, all he has to do is go out into the kennel. I’m sure Gizmo wasn’t too happy to have him just popping up in there.

I put him in our bathroom so I could steam the floors. That doesn’t bother him, either, but I’m trying to get him used to some time away from us. He’s been doing so well with it, but this morning he’s wailing in there.

We wanted to eventually bring him on trips with us, at least occasionally, but I’m not sure we’ll ever be able to. He just doesn’t seem to be able to handle being separated from us.

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