My daughter and her cat Stella have been gone for a few months now. Kitty drama has settled down somewhat: Sydney hates Blackie, but she has managed not to charge him more than a couple of times. It helps that we try to maintain at least two feet of separation at all times. A door works well, too. Continue reading
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Cats and mouse
Hobbes, Sydney, and mouse
Sydney and Hobbes sort of have an agreement: Sydney catches ’em, Hobbes eats ’em. Looks here like Sydney’s rethinking that agreement, or at least is making sure Hobbes knows just which of them is the Mighty Hunter.
I much prefer for Hobbes to do the eating; that cat has a cast-iron stomach. Sydney doesn’t — bird, rat hindquarters, whatever gets upchucked, and she has no shame about depositing it on my office floor. You cannot believe how disgusting it is to clean up bloody cat barf that’s still warm.