Carmine is still convelescing inside. Last night when we went to bed, he followed us. After a bit of running around the bed whining, he jumped up, commandeered the nearest cat roost and settled in on the BF's tummy. He stayed on the bed all night long. Poor thing is fussy this morning because he didn't get to sleep all the way through the night. We have three cats, a dog and active bladders. As for the poo, paper towels and bleach do wonders, and I learned a long time ago to not invest too much money in bedding with animals running the house. It was pretty cute to wake up with a rooster snuggled up against my legs. Nevertheless, I'm very ready for him to be outside. I'm just waiting for his wattle scab to fall off. Am I a sicko? Probably. Are my animals spoiled stupid? Definitely. Do I enjoy this crazy life? You bet.
