The longer I live with my cats, the more I think they act like children!

Wilbur

Orville

The latest saga of Wilbur and Orville. Hubby woke up at 3am this morning – rare for him, since he sleeps well past 6am most mornings. So when I got up at 4am, he went back to bed.

Wilbur sat at the closed bedroom door, and every once in awhile, would poke his paw under the door, like he was looking for something. Well of course! Orville was in the bedroom behind the closed door. I really didn’t want to open the door to let him out and risk waking my husband, but Wilbur kept pawing and looking at me with sorrow in his eyes. OK, OK.

I opened the door and Wilbur went into the bedroom and Orville came out! Now Orville sat at the door wanting to get in. That went on for awhile, and then hubby opened the door himself and shooed Wilbur out! Promptly closed the door again!

Well, don’t you know both cats now sit at the closed bedroom door and want hubby to open it! What? Are they waiting for him to come out and play???

Kids!