There's a reason there've been no cat updates lately - the little brats have been doing didley squat.
Her Highness, the delightfully cranky Queen Cleo, has an excuse - she spent April celebrating her 12th birthday by holding the furniture down in case gravity stopped working, but the Yowler (Mulder to his friends) really has no excuse - he's a relatively young 8-year old who ought to still be causing all sorts of reportable havoc.
I suspect Lunchtruck has been giving them valium.
So what to do? They spent most of their weekend asleep in their chairs, oblivious to the sounds of Panic! At The Disco and my attempts to de-fur the apartment. Maybe I could give them a bath? Hmm..
Maybe I should make sure my insurance is up to date first.
So until they do something news worthy (yawning, licking themselves, and eating everything in sight does NOT count) there will be no cat updates.
I know. You're all heart broken...