"Mz Sneaky Pie..."
[felinus troublus causius]
"Mackie cat..."
[Mr. Fluffy-tailus, cuddleius]
[back story:
if you are a regular reader, you have seen MzSPie in action before...
her despoiling of the tp is as epic as it is wanton...
& before the demise of the old bath...
the tub was her arena of choice for a rousing game of "chase my tail"...
Mackie, while he has his moments, (mostly at the expense of his sister, Murphy...)
is a cuddly guy who loves to be held & petted...
generally avoiding conflict...]
"today's episode..."
so after letting Molly out into the backyard this AM...
[she can't start the day without patrolling for interlopers, etc...]
I wandered into the bathroom...
Mackie has learned to vault up onto the basin...
so I won't "forget" to pet him...
and if I'm there a while, he climbs into my arms to be snuggled...
meanwhile, on this morning...
Mackie loped in & hopped up into my arms...
then SPie slithered in & launched herself into a spirited game of "tail chase"...
her new spot for this game, which used to take place in the tub...
is in the corner between the door & the wall...
in her zeal to catch her stripey prey...
she generally pushes the door shut...
eliminating most of the fun of tail chase in a narrow place...
which didn't take her very long today...
having eliminated her arena, she decided to leave...
about the time that Mackie, having heard the door close...
decided to leave before something ugly happened...
like having Advantage or ear medicine applied...
[they learn so quickly...]
since she had shut the door during her game...
SPie couldn't get out & found herself, face to face with Mack...
she must have called him some ugly name...
because in a flash, they were both up on hind legs, boxing...
no yowling or hissing...
no, "one pawed" swatting...
just both of them...
standing up & boxing away at each other...
finally, wanting to save face & make a timely exit...
SPie pawed at the door...
hooking her claw in a crocheted bag that hangs on the doorknob...
and pulled the door open...
she scooted through...
pulling it shut behind her[her claw was still stuck...]
getting the claw loose just moments before the door shut...
[fortunately for her as that would have been painful...]
Mackie, desiring a more satisfying "closure", pawed at the door...
it didn't open...
then he noticed the belt of my bathrobe hanging down...
and made a pest of himself playing with it...
until I came over to open the door for him...
[he knows how to push my buttons...]
as he started out, Mz SPie jumped at him...
[she had been hiding on the other side of the door, waiting...]
taking one more surprise shot...
then galloping away with catly glee...
Mackie pursued her on into the LR...
where she melted into the scenery...
leaving a confused Mackie to butt heads with Lucyfur...
who as usual, had come, to "investigate" all the commotion...
and tried to calm him...
not being able to satisfy himself by whacking SPie...
Mackie found his sister, Murphy,to take his pique out on...
to her credit, Murph whacked him back...
and so, while the dog's outside...
thus go the "cat games"...
they tend to be better behaved in front of Molly...
I could swear that I once heard Lucyfur admonish some miscreants...
"PLEEESE, NOT in front of the D-O-G"...
now if I could get them to feel that way about me...
cats... go figure...
2 comments:
Mornings are always interesting with cats. Molly would run down the hall ahead of us as we left, dive behind a door and try to tempt us into a game of "get the footie" in the crack between the door and frame, trying to make us stay and not leave her alone. All in all, our feline resident is very well behaved - one of her few weaknesses is a dangling shoelace - this makes my husband's morning dressing routine interesting. Do any of your brood have the shoelace cravings? Two of my cats have been shoelace chewers - I guess hubby hasn't had tips on his shoelaces for years and years. He used to have to tuck them inside each shoe at night and pull the sock over the top of the shoe to block access to the delicious, tempting lace tips. It's just nasty plastic. What's the deal with that?
...mine have the same cravings...I've had to replace the laces on my "boots" as SPie will chew on them until they are shreds[especially with my feet in them...]
so now I keep most of them out of my bedroom, which saves the shoes I'm not wearing...
this has helped with the shoelace tying fetish too...I have scars...
of course, Mz Fluff[who inhabits the bedroom] enjoys licking my shoe laces & will sometimes barf on/in my shoes...cats...? go figure...
you haven't experienced grossness unless you slip on your slippers in the dark at 3 AM, only to be greeted with wet, cold, nasty cat barf, oozing between your toes...
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