I cleaned like a machine this morning zooming thru the cages in record time once I got past re-doing Dottie's cage after Hop sprayed in it seconds after I finished cleaning it. He tried to do the same trick on Faith's cage but we outsmarted him with a broom and some towels. Hop's not a bad cat. He's declawed and it frustrates him. He got into it with George today. Actually, George got into it with Buddy, Precious, Hop, Rebel, you name it. Even BJ the teensy orange female was poised at the ready to join in. When Roberta got George back into his cage, his mouth was full of Hop's fur! George wasn't supposed to be out. Tibet let him out just before she went to get coffee for us all. Eileen and I both thought he'd let himself out. Some of the cats there have figured out how to open the cage doors. But when Tibet came back years later with the coffee, she confessed.
I cleaned Juliet's cage without shedding drop of blood today. I sang "Juliet don't hurt me, Juliet don't hurt me" to a variety of tunes the whole time. Everybody laughed but she left me alone. I guess this is the first time I have ever benefitted from having the world's worst singing voice.
Lindsey perched herself on my shoulder. Jaguar rubbed his nose on my hand several times and curled up to sleep on my jacket. It was covered with long white Jaguar hair when I left but remarkably he hadn't sprayed it. Wilbur could smell his old nemesis when I got home though! He is skeeving the jacket big time.