That's what they're thinking, I'm sure.

I'm not letting them into my room, and it's driving them crazy.
Especially Brando, who sits outside in the hall and meows pitifully,
until I come out and hug him and pet him and say "Brando!  My bestest,
sweetest big boy!".  I miss them, too.

But there's a hole in my air mattress.  Sigh.  I know the culprit who
put it there.  I looked up from the computer the other day to see Sweet
Miss Katie looking excited at a discovery she had made.  Unfortunately,
the discovery was the mattress underneath the blankets.  And her claw
was in it.

She's a sweet girl, but way too curious for her own good!

So now I have to pump it up every night, and wake up nearly down to the
board.  It's wreaking havoc on my various physical pain problems, to say
the least.  Luckily (or maybe not -- we'll see here in a few hours) Bob,
the NICE Fix-It guy was over last week and I happened to ask him if he
knew of anyone who had a waterbed bladder they wanted to get rid of.
"Well, actually I do," he said.  Woo-hoo!  It's actually one of the
weirdest waterbeds I've ever seen.  It's too small to fit in the
king-size frame I have, but it's soft-sided, so it doesn't really
matter.  It's got seven tubes that hold water, and a giant piece of foam
rubber, with a settop (I think they call it) thing with a zipper that
goes around and covers the whole thing, so it looks like a normal bed.
I have no idea if I can use a heater with it, though :-(  But for now,
it will be a bed that doesn't deflate every night.

And then *maybe* I will let the cats back in.  AFTER I trim all their claws!

The Incredible Sinking
Ginger-lyn