Usually it’s Polly who sleeps on top of Henry, but occasionally, it’s the other way around. I don’t think either one of them are the least bit bothered by being squashed by the other.
I’m also really glad that I bought the cheap PVC-and-nylon kitty jungle gym that sits behind the couch. They spend a lot of time hanging out there. It gives them a good perch to keep an eye on things, without lying on the couch itself, which is Harriet’s territory.
Harriet is fed up with kittens this evening. After shoving Polly off the bed, she retired to the couch, where she commenced sighing loudly every time one of the cats got too close to her. The cats are, as always, unimpressed. I think they’d flip her the middle finger, if they could.
I don’t know why they both have to cram themselves into the same bed–there are two of them–but apparently it’s comfortable.
Have I mentioned how glad I am that, when I was looking for kittens, I got littermates? They do fight sometimes, but only when their play gets out of hand. Otherwise, they are best friends. They usually sleep in a heap, and on occasion even squash themselves into the same bunk in their cat tree.
This was not a day for activity. I slept in, played video games, finished my book, napped, and made a quick stir fry with cabbage for supper. Lazy, lazy day.
After seven months, Polly has finally discovered the bed. Harriet does not share well with kittens, so she is unamused.
There were squirrels out on the patio, and Harriet wanted one. I love the way she wiggles her nub when you talk to her. The woo-wooing at the end was a bonus.
I was surprised that Polly climbed into the dishwasher. Neither of the cats are very interested in what goes on in the kitchen. I don’t think they’ve ever gotten up on the table or cupboards, and they have absolutely no interest in people food. Polly did seem curious about the squash bits on the potato masher, but she didn’t try to taste them.
On the other hand, they are not the least bit shy about stealing the dog’s bed. Again. I’ve pretty much given up on Harriet having her own bed, because since the kittens arrived, she hasn’t been able to sleep in it. Poor puppy.
There was a post recently on Bad Rap’s blog about things you can do to make life easier for senior dogs. One of the things they recommended was acclimating young dogs to sleeping on comfy surfaces, instead of waiting until they are old, arthritic, and getting pressure sores from sleeping on hard floors. That will not be a problem for Miss Brown! She has never met a soft, squishy bed she didn’t like. The only time she deigns to lie on the floor is when she’s eating something or it’s hot and she’s trying to cool off. Or if she’s outside, sun bathing. And even then, I’m sure Herself would be delighted to have me drag a bed out there for Her Highness.
I posted this to Facebook, but I think if everyone on the planet watches it, the world will be a much improved place, so I’m posting it here, too.
I’m finishing up NaNoWriMo, so I’ve got a few hours of writing to do this afternoon. Ugh. But I should be able to complete it this time around, which will feel nice. And then tomorrow, my creative life will be my own again. I’m contemplating doing an art-a-day for December. We’ll see. I don’t want to commit to it just yet.
In other news, Miss Brown went to the vet his morning. Her skin infection is back, including sore, itchy paws, sore, itchy belly, and infected ears. Sadcakes. The vet gave her a two week course of ketoconazole, which will hopefully get things under control. A friend also reminded me that she should be on probiotics, so I need to go out and pick up a bottle of acidophilus.
red paper boat 