I had very nice weekend. We had sun here and I got to sleep in the patch of it. I loved it.
Everyone believes that Chey was the one who hacked up the vomit that the Amost Dad stepped in, so I am mostly off the hook.
Momma was so happy on Sunday afternoon because she was petting Georgia and Georgia decided to attack a fabric belt that was hanging off a hanger! Georgia played with it for awhile and rolled on her back grabbing it and everything. Georgia hasn't played in a long time. Momma says it seems like Georgia sleeps deeper and deeper now and often worries that she is slipping away so we are glad that even if she is, that she is a happy cat.
I am mostly a happy cat. The sun made me furry happy!