We're Having Company
When the cleaning started, cats and kittens voluntarily exiled themselves to the attic. Just imagine: spreading a table cloth without having to wrastle AreToo... Or making eggnog without Cloud and Cyrrie right underfoot!
posted by Lizzy at 6:30 PM
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I can't imagine, Lizzy! Even when mine flee to the safety of the hill to escape Strange Humans, they inevitably slither back to peek through doors and windows, making said humans very uncomfortably aware of Being Watched. And then, there's always Zingiber, who seems to have trained for a career in opera, caterwauling outside the window and running away the minute anyone stirs inside.
Oh, did I leave out the important part? Yes, they went up to the attic of their own free wills, but then I closed the door behind them. Firmly. For their own good, of course! So instead of many hours of cowering under a bed, they had space to romp or sprawl out, variously; they had food and water (to drink or spill, also variously); they had litter boxes, toys, and heaters (bask! bask!)... And when all was said and done, they had their house back, they got FancyFeast, and Cloud even found her way to the bean dip....
I wonder that Angel (yclept Diavolo in real) spared them any further mischief and ego bruising! Perhaps he's trying to live up to his name.
Well, about Angel I can report this: When one visitor went upstairs to meet the "Tribe" (her name is Sandy, actually) AreToo, Cloud and Cyrrie were quite social and welcoming; Petunnia and Banshee were cautiously but consistently visible from a distance; Buddy (predictably) and Lucy (rather surprisingly) were off in that other dimension. Oh, and Angel! Angel appeared very briefly, very skittishly at the very end...
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