05/29/2026
Happy Friday 😻
So, Dad Gary passed out on the sofa last night. Fully starfished. Snoring like a dodgy lawnmower.
Mum Lora took one look, assessed the situation, and wisely decided, “Nope. No chance of waking that” and left him there to marinate.
Fast‑forward to the crack of dawn.
Logic would suggest that we… three hungry felines, would wake the human who was already downstairs. The one literally metres from the kitchen. The one who fell asleep on the sofa next to the room where the food lives.
But no.
That would be far too easy.
Instead, we chose to march the entire way upstairs, break into the bedroom, and scream at mum to get out of bed. Meanwhile Gary is having a wonderful time deep in his sleep downstairs on the sofa.
The system is deeply flawed, but hey, we don't make the rules. 🤷♀️🐾
