Greetings feline friends and others.It’s been awhile since we updated our continuing struggle to peacefully coexist. We had over a week of total peace and calm (no hissing, growling or swatting). Then Mom ruined everything by commenting on it. The past two days have been kinda rough.

Snoops: Sgt Stripes and I are living in harmony, more or less. But sometimes, he just seems so annoying that I have to growl at him.

Angel: I totally agree. There’s something. We just can’t put our paws on what the real problem is.

Sgt Stripes: The problem is that you ladies are hyper-sensitive. I don’t do anything, but I get growled at and have to avoid the whappy paw.

 

Snoops: You’re not totally innocent. You still try to chase us once in a while.

Sgt Stripes: A little exercise wouldn’t hurt you.

Snoops: Excuse me? A little exercise? You treat us like prey.

Sgt Stripes: It really gets your heart pumping. It’s good for you.

Snoops: I will exercise when and how I choose.

Gypsy: I get to watch all the action. I pretty much get along with everyone.

Snoops: I like you well enough, but you have really weird sleeping habits.

Gypsy: What do you mean?

Snoops: You find a spot, and it’s like you’re glued to it. You only move to eat and use the litter box.

Gypsy: So what? You have favorite spots.

Snoops: Yeah. But my favorite spots are always my favorite spots. You choose a place, won’t move for a few weeks, then find a new favorite spot that you won’t leave. And you never go back to the previous favorite spots.

Gypsy: I keep looking for the perfect spot.

Angel: A perfect spot doesn’t exist. The small humans have free run of the house.

Sgt Stripes: I like the small blonde one. He gives out excellent treats.

Snoops: And lots of them.

Gypsy: But they are really loud.

Angel: I wonder if they have a volume control. Like the television.

Gypsy: That would be excellent.

Snoops: Did you notice Blondie has invaded our space on the first floor?

Angel: I did. She’s taken over the good spot on the sofa.

Snoops: Yeah. She can’t walk for a couple of weeks.

Sgt Stripes: Does she have a bad paw?

Snoops: She’s a human. She doesn’t have paws. But if she did, it would be one of the back paws. She had something similar 10 years ago. Can you believe how cute I still look on her scooter?

Angel: That is pretty cool.

Gypsy: Where’s her cat?

Onyx: You mean me? I’m still hanging out upstairs. I’m the Empress of the Night.

Gypsy: Shouldn’t you be with your human?

Onyx: I stayed with her all last summer when she was depressed. I’m sitting this one out. She’ll be back upstairs in a couple of weeks. She has plenty of cats downstairs.

Gypsy: That seems kinda harsh.

Onyx: Snoops told me about the importance of having a back-up human in case something happens to your primary human. And I found a great wool blanket in Mom’a room. I’m going to hang out here until Blondie comes back up.

Sgt Stripes: Sounds like the rest of us will have to take turns watching Blondie.

Angel: Yeah. She has to get better so we get the living room back.