(Im)patiently Perched

I would like to settle in, curl up, relax, perhaps even get in a little nappy before dinner--and yet, Human, here you are, yet again, lurking about with the flashy box, setting my furs on edge.

So, Kitties, it's Thursday and not a moment too soon. I am told that the Human must attend a work event tomorrow night, but I look forward to Caturday, when the good fudz can be purchased, the toys can be played with, the pillows can be fluffed up to my liking, and, most importantly, the BRUSHIES can be carried out at leisure. I'm tired of these half-hearted three-minute sessions between coffee and CNN before she heads out the door.