As Promised
Oh, they do so make me laugh: So. Having taken my shower, I go back to bed as usual to read and dry out. And, as usual, Lucy joins me, on account of her having "dibs" on the post-shower human. She snuggles up on the green bathrobe, and, Lucy-style, goes crazy (lots of purring, kneading and just general spazzing). Then in comes Petunnia, to sit beside the bed in consternation. Human says, It's ok, 'Toonya, it's your bed, too, come on up, etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. Eventually, Petunnia does jump up, and instantly Lucy's purring damps down. Petunnia comes along side, where she is petted and purrs and kisses her human's hand enthusiastically. Lucy's purrs diminish even more, but do not die out altogether. And so it goes on - the two of them purr and eye-ball each other, all the while the human is saying, Be sweet, be good, etc. Eventually La Luz (and we thank you, TPC, for that loverly nickname) departs, and 'Toonya triumphantly takes posession of the robe (and human). A little while later, though, Buddy arrives, and history repeats. Buddy gets one hand for pets and half the sweet talk, and eye-balling goes on regardless of the human's admonitions...
posted by Lizzy at 6:39 PM
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I'm sitting in my bed, aching in every bone and muscle, and this lovely kitty vignette is filling me with laughter and joy! All around the bed, the troops are fighting. First it's Gojira fighting imaginary enemies, leaping and dancing like a moth to a flame. Then Gustav comes rushing in (and she goes rushing out), and he wanders, perplexed and miaowing. Then he runs out, and she comes rushing back in, pleased with herself for having suckered him. Whereupon Madu, who was sleeping peacefully just a minute ago, rushes off to smack her athletic behind, but he doesn't want to get off the bed (which is primo territory), so he just reaches out one long elegant silvered paw. So Zingiber, who is fat and lazy and doesn't want to move at all, swipes at him as he goes by. And Bandicoot looks at them all, impressed, amazed, and slightly annoyed. Sighs deeply, presses his little chin onto my bed table, and lies, with his beautiful beryl eyes blinking gently, looking at me as if to say: "Did you ever?"
Turn-about really is fair play! I loved reading your descriptions - Gojira - you go, girl! And poor little Gustav! Really, the girls do usually out-think the boyz, don't they? And then the elegant Madu - so glad he's doing better! And Zingiber of the best-name-ever, and finally Bandicoot, Did you ever, indeed. So, sweetheart, this human didn't. Ever! More, please... (Retave???) (I've never taved, ever!)
With Gojira, it's usually "about," rather than turnabout. The little pest has imaginary enemies lurking everywhere, and gets into fights with them for no reason anyone can imagine. For example, periodically she leaps up a foot off the bed from a hitherto sound sleep, and starts pummelling the covers, lashing her tail furiously. When anyone comes to investigate (human or feline), she runs off to the edge of the bed, where she sits, licking her beautiful gray fur. A minute later, out of the blue, she rushes back and seizes the bedding for another short-lived battle (which she usually wins, of course, bedding being inanimate). With a mad, triumphant look in her poison-green eyes, she glares around her, as if daring all comers to pose a challenge. Then she runs off downstairs at high speed. Shortly thereafter, her quavering voice can be heard, yowling like a mother cat who's caught a mouse for her young'uns, almost as if she were inviting the bedding downstairs for a second round of battle. Ten minutes later, she's back in bed, stretched out on her favourite pillow like a dinosaur, her little lizard chin pressed flat against the pillow, elbows sticking out, paws curved in at an angle.
What a nutcase!
Vernes? Vernes, your captcha du jour.
Delightful images! Ms Gojira, you have fanz...!
I told her, and she responded with a querulous "Meep!" and a slow eye-blink, aka kitteh kiss. Now she's off cuddling with her Fat Uncle Zingiber.
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