Gandalf has fallen asleep. He's such a lump. Sweet, but a lump. He's on nurse duty tonight, and has immobilized Jen's leg. It's necessary. She's been up too much today, and even went out tonight. How can we nurse her if she's not here.
Instead we watched over the children. Jesse and Keren made cookies. They burnt the whole lot. I meowed at them to tell them not to put them all in at once, but did they listen? Of course not. Human children are so hard to get through to. Kittens are so much easier. If they don't listen, you just pick them up and move them away. But humans... ugh. Well they all have lessons to learn. The house smells of burnt cookie. Not a great smell. I much preferred the chicken scent of dinner. Oh well, the cookie odor will have dissipated by morning.
Tomorrow Jen thinks she's going to work. I'll be the judge of that. All I need to do is step lightly on that center button of her radio, and, voila! No alarm. No work. She needs the rest. Even Gandalf's weight may not be enough to hold her.
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