The First of April

Lots of overtime this week; leaving the house when it's dark, and exhausted when back home again.  No new photos of the kitties therefore, but the upset in their routine is so evident!  Chuck is scowling at me...or I think he is...and both Angel and Chuck seemed to think that there should be an extra meal in the day, because of the upset schedule!  Thank goodness for the hubby; he sets the alarm two hours early (gulp!), makes my breakfast, packs my lunch and gets me out the door.  Then he feeds the inside cats and the 'o' cats, and goes about his usual business.  What a guy! 

The international meeting at the office ends today after lunch.  Once everything is packed away, my life returns to normal.  Whew!  For awhile there, I didn't think I'd make it; little sleep, super busy, and no regular, day-to-day processes at all.  My co-workers have helped out, but the pressure was on me.  Yay, it's almost over!

And that Patty O'Malley, my sweet boycat, made sure I got some of his lovin' before I scraped the ice off of my windshield and drove off this morning.  He wasn't worried about his breakfast; he wanted me to know he was there for me.  What a guy!

Old photo of Patty O'Malley watching and waiting