Whew. I can hardly wake up long enough to have my breakfast and snacks and dinner, Kitties.
This week has been the worst. First, the Human was gone at all sorts of unauthorized events, and then she had a birthday party here--HERE, Kitties!--on Caturday night, the nerve of her, and there were people. People I did not care for. People who smelled of Other Animals that were not me.
I had to hide under the bed for hours and hours and I did not get to eat my dinner on time and it was all just an outrage.
And then that *%#^# tee-vee show came to its long, l-o-n-g awaited conclusion and Thank Bast for that because I have had more than enough of Jon and Dany and Drogon to last me the rest of my nine lives.
So today I had a peaceful nap. But things still smell funny around here.
* For those under a certain age: That Was The Week That Was