After Fatty and Steve were done ripping the old stove and placing the new one in the kitchen, they sat together and started chatting. So us cats were sleeping as well. Look at Gi and Lung.
At one point, Lung was annoyed, so he covered his eyes with his left front foot too!
Fast forward to 2 years after that (5/19/2008), Lung was already quite sick. Though everytime he hears Ball or Fatty pumping the air bed, he knew that either one or both of them would sleep in the living room with him. He often jumped on the bed before whoever would sleep with him that night.
3 years ago today (5/19/2009), Bart's tumor had already begun to bleed, as stated previously. So, every once in a while, as silly as it sounds, Mui would urge Bart to exercise more because Mui believed the tumor would go away by becoming more active.
Bart was Mui's best friend, so Mui was very serious about urging Bart to exercise.
I remember Mui used to do that like every other night, but Bart seldom responded to Mui's advice.
It was a frisbee-throwing night.
Despite Bart's growing tumor, she was quite responsive and able to lift both of her front legs to catch a frisbee.
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