Some days a pair of cats really are like a pair of toddlers.

Today is yucky  and raining out.  Not ideal kitty cat weather.

And the guy who is going to paint out house is supposed to come by and start
pressure washing.  If the rain stops evidently.

So this morning I really didn't want Jake and Molly out.  Now it was much
earlier than they usually get out anyway.  I was up a couple of hours early.

We start by being sweet to Mommy and then dashing at the door.  No?  Park at
the door and hope it opens for a split second.  That isn't working either.
Be a nuisance, hope to get put out.  OK.  Molly to Jake "Lets fight!"  "If
we fight she'll really want to get rid of us and will let us out"  Followed
by a knock down drag out squalling growling fight.  That incidentally wasn't
producing any pulled out fur, and was carefully choreographed to all take
place in front of me.  I've watched my kids do exactly the same thing more
than a few times.

Little brats.  Molly escaped and Jake went back to bed.

Jo