Life eternal

Forever

It's so quiet right now, that's not usual. Ever with Mer out on another escapade there's usually noise somewhere. I'll go check on the cats.

These hallways were so cold before we got all these climbing trees. I feel like over poked my head in every single bed they have. Come to think of it, how the hell did we get so many beds for three cats? Maybe the "dogs have masters, cats have servants" thing was true after all.

Finally the great room, if they aren't here they mustve gotten out somehow. There's a little tuft of fur sticking out of the blankets on the couch.

"Valerie, pspspsppspspspsps"

The Siamese cats head poked out, gosh she looks annoyed. Those golden eyes set in that royal face always look a little unhappy, in a regal way though.

"You want some food?"

With little puffs, two more heads poke out of the blanket, all purring in sync with their queen. Aidens fluffy body is the first to stretch out from the blanket, the adopted Pomeranian always eager for a snack. Bel was still half asleep when the fluffy beast stretched his paw out from the pillow pile.

Three pairs of eyes were on me now, each very ready for some food. As I stride out of the room they all follow in a usual neat line to the kitchen. There was already some leftover fresh food in the fridge. So I'll dish it out onto the plates.

These pompous fur balls refuse to eat off of anything opaque when held up to the light. That explains why the help hates them, though half of the fun of cats is them being assholes.

Valerie was the first to finish her food, and all the other cats stopped eating when she did. I can hardly see how the stand her, though whenever she snuggles up to me when I'm reading she is the first to curl up with me. I guess living through the French Revolution does change how a cat looks at those around them.