I keep hoping the two cats will come to some kind of agreement about living together, but I'm about to give up, and just let them fight it out.
Sometimes their pounce and chase games really do look like games, but all of a sudden the play turns into snarls, growls and arched backs. Oh, yes, and bared teeth.
Banshee used to sleep on my bed, but now he won't if KK is on the bed. It's a big bed. Plenty of room. But Banshee will have none of it. Last night KK was so rambunctious, I threw him out of the bedroom and closed the door. (And I hate closed doors.) Banshee spent the night at the foot of my bed. But when I opened the door in the morning, and KK came in, Banshee disappeared.
KK is impossible!!! There are certain places I don't want him, and he knows it, yet he still tries to play with the phone, still tries to play with the printer, still climbs the window screens. AND I CAN'T FIND MY SQUIRT BOTTLE. That's the only thing he understands.
He watches TV with me. Especially when there's lots of color and action.
I put fresh water in his bowl, and he went directly to it when I put it down on the floor. But instead of drinking, he put his paw in the water, then licked his paw. Testing the waters?
The weather is turning out much to my liking. Mid 70s, and likely to stay there or approach 80. The mornings are decidedly cool, and I've had to close the windows, and put on a heavy bathrobe in the mornings. But the bedroom window is still open. Not as far open as in the summer, but still open. The trees haven't started turning yet, but I'll be on the lookout from now on.
Well, I'm yawning, so I think it's time for some ZZZZZZ.
Shalom
Sometimes their pounce and chase games really do look like games, but all of a sudden the play turns into snarls, growls and arched backs. Oh, yes, and bared teeth.
Banshee used to sleep on my bed, but now he won't if KK is on the bed. It's a big bed. Plenty of room. But Banshee will have none of it. Last night KK was so rambunctious, I threw him out of the bedroom and closed the door. (And I hate closed doors.) Banshee spent the night at the foot of my bed. But when I opened the door in the morning, and KK came in, Banshee disappeared.
KK is impossible!!! There are certain places I don't want him, and he knows it, yet he still tries to play with the phone, still tries to play with the printer, still climbs the window screens. AND I CAN'T FIND MY SQUIRT BOTTLE. That's the only thing he understands.
He watches TV with me. Especially when there's lots of color and action.
I put fresh water in his bowl, and he went directly to it when I put it down on the floor. But instead of drinking, he put his paw in the water, then licked his paw. Testing the waters?
The weather is turning out much to my liking. Mid 70s, and likely to stay there or approach 80. The mornings are decidedly cool, and I've had to close the windows, and put on a heavy bathrobe in the mornings. But the bedroom window is still open. Not as far open as in the summer, but still open. The trees haven't started turning yet, but I'll be on the lookout from now on.
Well, I'm yawning, so I think it's time for some ZZZZZZ.
Shalom