These last few weeks H and P have been very protective of their mama. So much so that one night Hoover REFUSED to get off the bed and let Naveen in. I think Naveen probably got a better night's sleep in the guest room than he would have with me that night tossing and turning and my constant struggles to unwrap myself from the maternity pillow and heave myself out of bed to go the bathroom every 20 minutes. During the times I am at home Hoover is usually no more than 4 feet from me. Phineas is there ready to make himself at home anytime I sit. And they don't really like it when Naveen tries to encroach on their protective territory. We have even seen some growlies out of our sweet Hoover while he is doing his job being my protector.
This is the face I wake up to most mornings. Hoover usually invites himself up after Naveen gets up for work.
Critter pile on top of me while I read. And I am lucky enough to be getting a sharp nail kitty massage at the same time.
This is how making breakfast usually goes.
Can I help?
I'm gonna help. Now you can clean the counter again. You're welcome!
Damn cat. I wanna be the helper!
Lets all critter pile mama while she has some tea.
I win. I got to help you blog!
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