I cat-sat for the always lovely Sabine on Saturday night so her mommies could go away to the coast for the evening. After 12 days or so of house-sitting this summer, she no longer runs away and hides when I enter the kitchen. This improvement sadly is met with her plopping herself in front of the sink, under which her treats are kept, and screaming like a human infant until something savory is put in front of her… to ignore.
This was essentially what happened at 5am…
did i go back to sleep? no.
