Cat scans . . .

J, looking sharp in his uniform, left the premises to participate in an Eagle Ceremony.  Snax can not watch football from the top of the cat condo without his buddy sitting nearby on the loveseat.  I heard his cries clear in the back of the dining room where the computer is.  I went in and gave him a hug which was not what he wanted at all.  He wants his J to come back!

He knows what "hush" means because if he starts pacing and wailing, he will work himself into a frenzy - something like allowing a dog to bark without correction until it is nutsy.  He didn't need a hush this time.  He wasn't wailing, he was calling for J.  I could tell the difference, hence the hug (which shut him up).

Miu never woke up from her nap under the scanner table.  The big scanner is seldom used since we got a printer which also scans.  It has now become the cat's scanner.  

Heh . . .