I’m going to use an Irish saying in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. My cats have the life of Riley. I don’t know Riley, or Mr. Riley but he musta had a good life. My two cats have adjusted so nicely to life in the jungle that I am amazed. And if it is possible, they are even more spoiled than they were in Toronto.
Loco has learned how to open the screens in our windows. He isn’t a stealth cat by any means so he makes quite a bit of noise in attempting the exit. During the day he doesn’t need to jump through the window since the doors are open. It is at night, he tries to escape the dreadful Casa Pajaro prison. I have to keep the place in lock down since the night time is when most large animal prey on smaller animals in the jungle.
Tonight Loco got put in solitary and now I’m completely awake. Waking me up in the middle of the night isn’t very pleasant and generally my expletives would make a sailor blush. So tonight, as I write this entry at 4:00 am, I know that he will be taking wonderfully long naps today as i trudge around looking like a ghoulie. I’m sure in his mind, he has accomplished his mission. Damn Cat!
