The wife of 37 years took all her clothes off and put on her jammies. The cats noticed.

The three cats leaped and squealed with happiness as they jumped into her bed just awaiting their favorite human to accompany them into sleep and joy.

The pissoff is that they will let her sleep until noon tomorrow but make their way upstairs before dawn to break my balls with head butts and paws for breakfast.

Who said "cats aren't smart"?

Read the "lay of the land quickly" in the Poles' aka Larry's house!

Your job is to serve!

Damn, Wooley, I love those cats. My wife is a mother and grandmother of humans but treats the cats like they are her blood and newborn.

There's something about cats. They grab your heart hard.

Wooley - And there's something about a Momcat that's staring into your eyes with her emerald-green eyes from three inches away when you wake up in the morning. She's not aggressive, she's not upset. She is gentle. You pet her and she responds with a lick and a paw that has it's claws in as it travels down your arm. She jumps off the bed as you get up and put a light on.

She's looking back as she leads you downstairs to the kitchen. You bypass the kitchen to go take your morning pee. If you don't close the door you will have all the cats next to your feet by the toilet staring at you and wondering why they go second to your pee.

I have it set now. I piss out an upstairs window before I go downstairs in the morning so as not to upset the cats.