And boy, is he persistent.
This is him, climbing up a folded chair to get to the clock pendulum.
He almost managed to bat it once, too.
I surely do love our cats: They keep my feet warm at night, laze around with me in the mornings when I get to sleep in, and meow their heads off {in a cutely annoying way} until I pick them up when they're in the mood to be carried around.
They are entertaining as all heck, too.
There was the time Skimble got caught in a plastic bag.
Don't worry, I only let him run around trying to escape the bag that inexplicably kept following him for about twenty minutes.
And there's the way I catch him sleeping in the mornings when the sun starts to light up the room.
{no joke he really does this}
Or the way he tunnels under our comforter when we're not around.
And then there's the way Fiyero sleeps.
{anywhere and everywhere--its literally like he just passes out in whatever positions he happens to be in}
And how curious he is.
They're a couple of crazies, and I love them to death.
Thank you all for tuning in to my old-lady-who-loves-her-cats post.
