Bad Momma

Oh Boy! Am I a bad Momma! The usual rambling pacing and milling about had some purpose this morning. Clyde was particularly diligent in his intrusions upon my body this morning. At one point, he must have jumped on my from the window sill. Later he leaped across my path from the bedside stand to the top of the dresser. Oh, bad Momma. The Bad Momma is the one who lets the food pan go empty, or nearly so. In my defense, there were crumbs both in the pan and around it. Based upon their frantic antics, however, it was approaching critical mass. I promptly (after peeing, but before coffee) filled the food pan to heaping and replenished the icky water with fresh. Ahhh they will persevere through another day.