Usurpery

Bongo has usurped Lola's birthing box. It's probably an act of retribution, since Lola has usurped Bongo's spot at the foot of the bed.

In general, both cats have entirely usurped my apartment. The nighttime wrestling is no longer a novelty act--it's now a way of life. Yesterday I showed up for brunch* bleary-eyed and late from oversleeping. I explained that my cats had kept me up most of the night with their very loud shenanigans. My friends offered me a baby gate, so I could keep the creatures in the east wing of my apartment while I slept in the west wing. (It's fun to talk about a 1-bedroom apartment in these terms.) Too bad cats can jump so much higher than babies.

[*One of the most delicious brunches ever. Eggs benedict with asparagus. Esselon Cafe.]