It's About Time You Got Home

It’s always fun to come home after two weeks to two mad cats, one of whom (Lizzie) keeps biting my ankles every time I walk by her. Snuffy's not really mad. In fact, he's being his most adorable self and just wants lots of loving. No problem there. My cat sitter told me that she never saw him which doesn’t surprise me because I’m sure he spent the entire time under my bed when she was around. Lizzie really hasn’t been that bad. She slept on top of me the night I got home and purred in high gear, so I’m assuming that she’s no longer mad that I went on vacation and is fairly happy that I’m home now.