Redefining, that is, Avocado as a cat. It seems that he’s determined to be anything but a cat. Here he is trying to be a book, now that the bookshelves are cleared of the former tenant’s stuff (well, mostly). If he can’t be a dog, he’s just going to be an inanimate object!

Today was rather uneventful. I awoke at 4am like usual… but not because Avocado and Ginny were chasing each other around the apartment! I guess my body’s just used to getting up at 4am now. I read a bit in The Restaurant at the End of the Universe (finished that, actually) until my body was ready to go back to sleep. Avocado and Ginny were all, “What are you doing up?” Avocado slept in my bed, Ginny slept on the couch. It’s possible that Avocado just wasn’t sleeping in my bed because it wasn’t comfortable with his e-collar.

I spent the late morning/early afternoon moving furniture around, which gives Avocado and Ginny even more space to chase each other around (like they didn’t have enough!). Which they promptly took advantage of. Avocado broke one of the Christmas ornaments he’s been playing with since March (yes, we didn’t take our Christmas tree down until late April, and then only because Virginie’s sister was visiting and would have laughed at us) by hitting it into the bed leg. So now, they only have… oh, fifty other things to chase around the apartment.

We came here with five lattice balls (not to mention other things, but this is what we’re talking about here) and within two days at most, two were missing. Despite cleaning, unpacking, moving furniture, retrieving the remaining balls from under furniture (that’s a never ending task!), I still can’t find those two balls. Well, they’re fifty cents each, so it wasn’t a huge loss, but I’m still wondering where they could possibly be.

Also, you wouldn’t think that it would be hard to be able to find two cats in a studio apartment, but they keep coming up with more and more hiding places! Especially since Avocado no longer has his e-collar, he’s the explorer (Virginie once opened the fridge to find him in there!)… they can fit behind the couch and the loveseat, they keep sneaking into the closet (and the shelf in the closet), the cupboards… half the time I panic that they’ve somehow escaped the apartment, even though I haven’t opened the door and the screens are all on the windows!

They’re calmed down now (I took all their jingly toys away so the people downstairs don’t hate me too much) so I guess I should go to bed while I have the chance!