Well, I’ve just arrived home after a week of watching G’s cats. Towards the end, I allowed them to hang out in the bedroom, but not while I was sleeping, I still put them out of the bedroom at night (or “pretended to go to the kitchen”). I wouldn’t have let them in at all, but they kept pawing at the door, whether I was in there or not. If I didn’t know better, I’d say they had a secret stash of cat nip hidden in there somewhere.

I think one of them had finally caught on to my “I’m going to the kitchen,” trick. The moment I got up to go to the kitchen, either for pretend or for real, he’d run into the bedroom.

G is going to be really confused by the way his cats are acting when he gets back.