There was no morning run, lots of water was consumed, and we mostly just lounged around napping (them), reading (me), and writing (me again!).
Cali stayed upstairs as she prefers to hang out under the bed or at the top of the stairs. Luna remained downstairs, hanging out in the windows and sleeping on the loveseat.
After dinner, however, Cali decided to stay downstairs and wreak a little havoc. I know she likes to hide, so I kept an especially sharp eye on her. She disappeared on me Sunday night, and I was eager to discover her top secret hiding place.
Well, I believe I have found it, Modern Philosophers. I watched her disappear behind the fake fireplace in the living room. It’s been unplugged for years with the pilot light off and the delivery of propane stopped. There isn’t much room between the back of it and the mantel, but somehow, Cali managed to vanish.
I panicked and shot up from the couch. I quickly discovered there is a little area inside the back of the fireplace for a little black cat to chill out. Of course, I freaked. I gave the little troublemaker a poke and she jumped out of the other side.
I’ve plugged the entry points with a makeshift system of every day items from around the house. I intend to consult with my handy neighbor the next time I see him to discover if there’s a better way to close off the fireplace since it’s there strictly for decoration at this point.
Cali also got a very stern talking to, and my scary Brooklyn accent might have been used. As an added precaution, I have put the spray bottle on top of the fireplace. Anytime I see Cali or Luna sniffing around it, I’m going to give them a little spritz to warn them that the area is off limits.
This is what makes me nervous about new kitties. I always knew where Banky was. He was old and mellow. I have no idea where Cali and Luna will try to force themselves or how adventurous they might be. I really just want them to settled down, find their favorite spots, and stop causing me worry.
I’m getting too old for this particular game…