Wonderful Wednesday

 I am chillaxing on the bed, keeping Mom from making it up.

Emma:  I am chillaxing on the couch, wishing Mom would come and make Da Bird fly around.

It's supposed to be Whisker-Hump Wednesday.

Karen Jo:  I know.  I don't have any good pictures of your whisker-humps.  I will try to get some.

What's so wonderful about Wednesday, anyway?

Karen Jo:  It's the last day of my seven days in a row of work.  All I have to do is get through Wednesday, then something great happens.

What?

Karen Jo:  I'll tell you tomorrow.

Emma:  Some kitties have been sympathizing with me about getting chased by Herman.  Truth to tell, I usually enjoy it.  It's a fun game because he never catches me.  When I get tired of it, I have several hidey-holes and places I can go where Herman can't follow me.

You never chase me back any more.

Emma:  I only ever did that a couple of times, anyway.  I think it's more fun running from you.  You chased me away from the toy I was playing with this afternoon.

I wanted to play with it.

Emma:  You always want to play with whatever toy I am playing with.

If you are playing with it, then it must be fun and I want it.

Emma:  At least you don't always interrupt my play.  Sometimes you are just too lazy to bother.

I need my nap time so I can chase you some more.

Emma:  I really checked out the chicken Mom was eating to see why Herman likes it so much.  I decided that I didn't want any after all.

I think you're nuts.  The chicken is delicious and I ate a bunch of it.

Karen Jo:  I just wish that you wouldn't lick the last bite before you decide you don't want it after all.  If you just sniffed it and walked away, I could eat it.

It doesn't go to waste.  You give it to the ravens along with the cat food we don't eat.

Karen Jo:  The ravens really love your left over cat food.

Emma:  They were really making a racket about it the other day.

Karen Jo:  They sure were.  They must have been pretty hungry.

Emma:  I jumped up in the kitchen window to watch them.  I can stand in Mom's chair and look out the window.  I can get all the way up on the windowsill, but it's pretty narrow, so I would rather stand in Mom's chair.  Mom hogs it sometimes, though.

Karen Jo:  I only sit in that chair to eat my lunch.  You have it the whole rest of the time.