Here, Gun-Hee plays with a wand toy until he’s so tired he can’t stand up.
This morning, I was in the bathroom getting ready for work, and I heard the bedroom door close and latch shut. I didn’t think my husband was up yet, so I went to see what was going on.
And, yeah. he wasn’t up yet. I went into the bedroom to find a very proud-of-himself Gun-Hee and a closed door to the rest of the apartment. When I opened the door…there were Kylie and Patrick on the other side, locked out of the bedroom!
I have no idea what was going on there. All I know is, he shut the door on two of the other cats…and he was very pleased with what he’d done.
No, really. I got a loaf of bread at the farmer’s market in South Station and brought it home. That’s all I did.
Who knew Gun-Hee was into bread?
Just a little video made while testing out the new camera:
So I finally succumbed and bought myself a pair of Crocs. I know, they’re ugly; they’re also awesome shoes to wear in the rainy summer Boston weather.
There’s just one thing…for whatever reason, Gun-Hee is scared of them.
Gun-Hee rides the T from Park Street to Central Square…