So Robert survived his first full week of work

We had dinner two days that week

It was nice

But in true Robbie fashion

(remember I call him Robbie when he does something that doesn't make me happy)

He planned a trip to West Virginia

For his first weekend off work

Instead of snuggling in bed with me all weekend

Lame.

But instead of being a butt head

I made cupcakes, jalapeño poppers, PB&Js

and packed snacks for him and his friends

(fiancé of the year award?)

Well apparently I must have looked pitiful

Because the "no cats allowed in our apartment" rule

changed into "okay you can go home and bring back one".

Honestly I'm pretty sure he just didn't want me to sit at the apartment all weekend sulking 

so he was pulling out the big guns to make me drive home.

But how could I chose between my babies?

So one cat turned into "two for a week"

Since we were already planning to go home next saturday for the day.

And so Saturday morning

I packed up an extra shirt and drove 2 hours home

And then yesterday I packed up the kittens

and drove 2 hours back to Raleigh.

Mo was a pretty good traveler until about 45 minutes away

So he spent the rest of the trip in my arms.

I only got a few looks...

Then for the moment of truth

Would they like their home for the week?

Mo immediately went to the spare bedroom

Which is not shocking considering the bed is against a giant window

He's spent most of his time here so far.

But I found out my cats are extremely annoying at night

Mo made his chirpy meow noise all night

And Optimus Prime just cried and tried to get in my closet.

So I'm really tired

And Robert's probably regretting his decision.

I have a kitten hangover

But its okay

It's worth it to have them around!

Happy Monday!