“Roll over.”
“I was here first.”
“Well this is where I always sleep.”
When I got up this morning and stumbled into the kitchen where Dirt was making himself a sandwich. I heard the giggle of Anna’s doves. They came inside the night before only to go out briefly yesterday to fly in their aviary. The quail seem to handle the cold better than the doves. Which is a good thing, I am not sure I am up to eight hyper quail (work that into the Twelve Days of Christmas) in my house. The doves will be in on my Cook’s porch until the weather returns to normal.
Patty, the Border Collie with no hair, is another refuge from outside. Just to cold for a girl with hair issues.
The rat terrier girls are none to happy with this situation, the whole “Border Collie inside” thing is bad enough but…
way more cats than usual were in for the tonight and most likely all of today and tomorrow and…
hopefully Purr Bobb and Winter (above) will get their issues worked out. There was quite a ruckus this morning over this clearly superior place to sleep, if you’re a cat that is.
The kittens seem to be the only ones not having their sleeping arrangements challenged.
The two old gals have long since given up fighting over sleeping spots and have decided that sharing a space is the warmer softer thing to do.
Although I’m not sure how squeezing yourself into this tiny basket can be anything remotely comfortable, Moose has always insisted on sleeping in the impossible places.
Not momma Pippy, she’ll take whatever comfy wide open place she can get as long as she doesn’t have to be in with her crazy children any longer than she has to.
