Wembly Watch 2014

For two weeks in July I had a little house guest. Wembly the cat (feline son of Brittany) stayed while his family was moving. 

The first 24 hours was a little crazy. Bowie and Wembly were once best friends two years ago, but they didn't remember each other and spent most of the evening hissing. Sometime around 3am that night Bowie pushed open the bathroom door to let Wembly out and I woke up to a cat fight.

His home for the first two days - my top shelf with my toilet paper. 

By the second evening, Wembly was out walking around the house on his own and by the next day I left them at home for the day by themselves. My house was in one piece when I returned. They rekindled their love story.

Having Wembley around was fun because he's a snuggler. When I went to bed to read at night, he snuggled right beside me. 

I like to FaceTime with my mom and human sister.

I need my sleep. Put away the phone.

Fell asleep while reading.

Having Wembly around was also a pain because he and Bowie fought like cats and.....well, cats. One minute they would be BFF's....snuggled up together. Then before you know it I had to yell at them to break it up. Bowie isn't declawed, so I woke up every morning to at least 15 little blond fluffs of hair around my apartment. I couldn't figure out how they were getting there until I caught Bowie one night with her paws full of the hair.

They were super cute together most of the time. Bowie was obsessed with whatever he was doing. If he was eating, she was eating. If he went to the bathroom, she had to go too. If he was sleeping, she was sleeping. Wembly had a shadow. He would only eat out of his food dish, Bowie would eat out of hers and his. Wembly lost weight while he was here and Bowie gained it. Mostly because she ate her food and his. Girl eats her feelings - good or bad. He only used his litter box, well of course Bowie didn't use her litter box for two weeks, only his. Made it easier on me I guess.

Umm, you went in the bathroom and shut the door without us.

By the end of the two weeks we were all ready for our space. Ha. And I was ready to sleep all night without waking up to break up their play turned fights. I wanted Wembly to stay because he was so cuddly, but my apartment just isn't big enough for two diva like cats and me. There is just room for one Bowie and she lets me stay here too.

Snuggles before Wembley went home.

And yes, I understand that this post makes me sound like a crazy cat person. Please note the majority of it is written in sarcasm. :) But I do love me some kitties.