I woke up in the middle of a road rally.
At 3am there was a kerfuffle on the bed. I could feel big feet, little feet, and hear hissing and 'chirps'. By the time I was awake enough to see what was going on, I saw Scat hauling butt down the hall with Tater in hot pursuit. Then I saw Tater reappear with Scat right behind her.
They roared around the bed for a couple of laps and then settled in neutral corners. They fell asleep but now I was wide awke. So was Moonpie. She is feelng a lot better, but I don't think track meets are her thing. She sleeps on my head.
Tater explores everything. She has two 'gears' that she uses. Wide open and stop. At times she roars directly to some predetermined spot. At others, she appears to take off with no destination in mind. She stops whenever the mood strikes. If it looks like an interesting place to be, she looks around briefly. If nothing catches her interest, zoooooooooom!
They know their names for all the good that does. At least I won't forget them.
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I like kitties. 
except when she's on the right arm of my recliner. For some reason that spot renders her deaf? 
You're having fun 
your name isn't Hungry Joe, is it? 
that way for long. 
