A Sunday Post

I have been surrounded by cats today.  They have kept me and themselves warm cuddling in and giving me dirty looks whenever I get up.  Apparently, they think they have a say so in things.  My big black and white kitty, Ricky, just had his teeth cleaned and two pulled on Friday.  He is sticking close in case Virgil gets any other bad ideas.

The orange and white tabby is being very lazy.  She just yawned and turned over.  Her name is Pukuk (two short u sounds.) This name is from my husbands' time in Alaska as a child and it means "always getting into something, mischief maker."  I think she knows what her name means and strives to live up to it.  She is always testing gravity to make sure it still works, and has an almost freakish ability to find a ball of yarn and scatter it all over the house.  Most of this is done while we sleep. 

She is also the one who climbs to the top of the bird cage to watch our parakeets.  She knows she can't get to them and so do they, but she manages to jump up, spill their water, and generally cause a ruckus.  She is blase about it, but I can tell she loves shaking everything up.  That's it for a Sunday Post.