The silly thing leaps straight up in the air, does a 180, and charges...whatever. Sometimes it's Banshee. Sometimes it's a piece of paper. And sometimes he just runs like mad down the hall, skids to a stop, or bangs into the bathroom door, then tears back into the living room.

He still hasn't figured out how to get up on the windowsills, so Banshee still has a "safe" place. I've described the relative sizes of the cats, so I gotta believe he's Krazy to initiate a rough and tumble. But he does. And Banshee isn't quite so gentle anymore. He doesn't do any damage, but he doesn't take any sass, either.

My shoelaces are still an object of great fun.

It's about time to go to bed, so I hope he's found a place to flop and sleep. Funny when he's going on a mad tear, then all of a sudden he's sprawled out on the floor fast asleep.

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Rowena has some blistering from her sunburn Saturday. I've been applying aloe. Fortunately, I have a plant and don't have to run to the drug store and buy aloe vera cream. She's been lethargic these two days, so I think she had a bit of heat exhaustion, too. I finally convinced her to go swimming this evening, and when it came time to get out, she didn't want to. But she is feeling better now. The swim was therapeutic.

Oh, and KK joined her in the bath after the swim. I insist on shower or bath to get rid of all the chlorine. KK was all curious about what was going on, and ended up in Rowena's (bare) lap and drinking the bath water.

I tell you that cat is weird!

Shalom