Toasty Too!

So it's a little chilly in our area at night, so we start a fire.  Martha LOVES the fire place, nice and toasty, nice and warm and she SLEEPS!

So last night we start a fire, she is on the couch, out like a light.  Then suddenly she gets up, goes to the fireplace, I am watching, making sure she does not get real stupid and jump up on the insert or off to the vet she goes for 4 burned paws.  So I watch, Martha walks up to it, sniffs the doors, now I'm thinking burned nose! and then PLOPS down on the carpet in front of the fire!  Cleaning herself, resting, sleeping.

So now I have a kitty rug in front of the fireplace.

Then this morning she is still 'by' the fireplace, I just told Gary, don't worry, in Martha's world the fire is still on !

Kids

Where's Martha ?

Yesterday while I was putting clothes away, little miss nosey pants follows me like a little duck so in the closet I go, had to hang up the shirts, she sure wasn't doing it during the day, so I go in the closet hang the shirts, close the door.

So I am in the kitchen waiting for Gary to get home, sitting at the table, alone, thinking, it's nice not to have fur on my lap.  We start to eat, Gary always ask where Thomas is, 'in his window seat' where's Martha?

I think, OHHH NOOOOO and say, "I don't know?" get up and walk briskly and check where Thomas is sitting, NO Martha, so I am laughing on my way down the hall and low and behold she's in the closet, for a good 45 minutes.

As I'm walking down the hall I 'hear' her in the closet, I am laughing, I open the door and look who's there!  MARTHA! she looks up at me, like "WHAT HAPPENED?"  and out she comes, yes back to the kitchen table to my lap.

I thought it was rather funny, but that's what the little one gets for following me to the end of the earth.

Lonely Little Miss Martha.......

Miss Martha, misses her Thomas.  Thomas had to go to the vets for 48 hours and Miss Fancy Pants MISSES HIM!   Such a love hate relationship with them.  So when I go to visit Thomas and pet him I try not to take his smell off my hands so that when I get home, I let her smell him.

She has become a Ping-Pong Ball on the bed at night and laying down on the bed for a bit on my side, stuff she does not do, especially the Ping-Pong Ball stuff.   UP on the bed, purrrrr, purrrrr, purrrrr, walk around, jump OFF the bed, back ON the bed, back OFF the bed.  So I have to get Thomas out of the vet's tonight so we all can get some sleep!

So when animals live together and you THINK they hate each other, think again.