Our attic is a nice room. It's bright and sunny - and well decorated if you ask me. The bathroom isn't quite up to par, but it's got some great windows and a nice (cheap-ass) shaggy rug. And for some unexplained reason our cats would spend their every waking minute up there if they could. I really don't get it. It's a nice room, like I said, but seriously, they CAN'T. GET. ENOUGH. OF. IT!
Yesterday Joel brought a guest up to see the progress we've been making up there. Usually this involves showing the guest up the stairs while the cats hear the door open from anywhere in the freaking house and RUN up there as fast as their little legs will carry them. Then when you're done, you shoo the cats downstairs, sometimes avoiding teeth and claws.
Pseudo, our 14lb muscle cat is normally pretty quiet. He'd prefer to just nuzzle you to knock you over with love. But when he wants something? He will NOT shut up about it. This morning he decided he wanted to go back up to the attic. So he stood at the attic door about 15 minutes before we were about to wake up and WHINED and WHINED and WHINED AND WHINED (etc.). It's a great room. But THAT great? Interrupt my sleep and risk death by tired owner great?
Ugh. Stupid cat.
