it occurred to me that i'm going to lose my cat lady status soon without some gratuitous kittie pictures, so let's get cracking, shall we?
i woke up this morning to a surprisingly cat-free bedroom. oliver is usually planted firmly on my windowsill when i wake up, if i've left the window open at night, and bella usually comes to walk on my face and meow for attention as soon as she hears my alarm. neither cat was present this morning, though. so i got up and looked in the dining room and living room.. no cats. then i noticed my kitchen cabinet was open. the high cabinet. and there were treats knocked onto the floor. sort of exactly like THIS scene, which some of you may remember from april:
bella still up on top of the cabinet in that last one. oliver learned his lesson and had already fled the scene. he's apparently well on his way to teaching her the tricks of the trade.