I look for the cats in the morning before I leave for work to make sure they're not closed up in my bedroom. I usually can find them, as they are eating or looking out the windows. But some days I can't find them, and I get frantic if I'm running late.
Sometimes I forget to look up...
I forget that they tend to hang out on the beams.
I feel silly for not looking up over my head.
Yet Sister Callie and Mitch are looking at me from up there and probably thinking "Look at that fool running around calling our names. She's too silly to look up and see us. Ha ha."
They've been getting into fights up there lately, and I am sure someone has fallen.
Don't hurt yourselves, cats. I don't want to pay hefty vet bills.
And for goodness sake, don't take out that ceiling fan!
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