You may remember this post from last week regarding Kit and the UPS man.

Then earlier today I posted the following on Twitter:
“Interesting. Kit will run to the door when the UPS man parks at the bottom of our driveway, but not when the postman does.”

Because I watched the postman pull up precisely where the UPS truck parked, and she watched the postman, but never got down from her perch in the window.

The, a little later, there was a knock on the door.

The UPS man had a package addressed to Kit. (?!)

Yup. Treats for Kit.

Gift from Eric. Gift message: Miao.

So did she like them?

Yes. Yes she did like them. In fact, she already knocked the container on the floor in hopes of getting more.

The only unfortunate thing is it was the late afternoon UPS guy who does not park in front of our house, so Kit was caught all unawares at his arrival.

The cats were excited to receive their loot from Amazon this week.

There was a whole lotta crinkling going on.

We are so cruel to cat, making him sleep on newspaper and cardboard.

“In the flowers? You think I was in the flowers? Why would you think that?”

Just a note: We do, in fact, have heat in the house. Not that you could tell by the way those two are cuddled up together.

Or the way Kit is currently, pitifully, leaning against my legs, as if attempting to warm her poor, cold self against any heat source she can find.

It feels like something is blocking the heat in the living room…

“What? Me? I wouldn’t attack the Christmas tree! No way!”

“Pay no mind to the furry gift under the tree.”

Many furry thanks to Diana who provided fresh, homemade, catnip toys to Kit and Kat!

Yes, Kit really is that much smaller than Kat.

“I have no idea why I keep falling off Grandmom’s ottoman.”

You have to wish that you could relax as well and as frequently as cats do.