A House Ruled By Cats

It's not easy writing a blog when I'm obviously not in charge. Max sees to that. He marches back and forth, back and forth in front of the monitor and when he figures my danger level has been reached, he flops down to plot a new game.



So I switch to the sewing room, figuring I'll have a relaxing bout at the machine. Now it's Harry's turn. He'll scootch in as close as he can, snapping that paw out to grab at the cloth as it feeds toward him.



Once they've intruded into all my spaces I go where they can't follow--to the woods. No house cats here. Perhaps a skunk or two but they seem peaceful in comparison.