Beautiful Tuesday

So on Sunday evening, I gave the humans a fright. They have earmarked Sunday afternoon onwards for trimming the tree and decorating the house. Emma came down and became the suppurvisor and played soccer with the shiny balls all over the house. But where was Buster you ask? Well I was tucked in bed sleeping. Papa went to check on me and mama came to photograph me. I felt warm and was not showing desire to join a rowdy swat the ball game with Emma. So the mom posted my photo on facebook, because she is worry wart.

On Monday, papa came home to check on me on his lunch break and the minute he opened the door, I raced to greet him and plopped on the floor begging for endless belly rubs. Nothing was wrong with me kitty. I was just napping!