Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Stressed But Blogging Anyway

Nubia Antics
Human was having coffee and reading The New Yorker at the dining room table; AreToo was hangin'... She arrived and - while the human and the Droid held their respective breaths - she curled up and settled down peaceably beside himself. Breathe out/s. Then she starts to sniff. Sniffing a little closer to poor nervous AreToo with each...., er, sniff. Then, seemingly, nothing. Human and Droid relaxed, but almost at once, like a little snake, she whipped her head out and bit him on the back. And, amazingly, not much happened. AreToo gave her a look, but didn't run away or otherwise indicate pain or discomfort. She sat up and started to spit out fur: pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft..... And that was it.
In the kitchen: The sink and counter are typically out of bounds - Cloud gets up there once in a while, Cyrrie even less frequently. But lately she had been up and down a lot, usually discouraged by the human. This morning there was a half glass of water on the counter - the human had just taken some vitamins; imagine her surprise when Nubia stopped, dipped a paw, washed that paw, and jumped down... I mean, really - I could have gone back to that glass to drink some more. Easily. Eeuuww.... (And I'm mostly not squeamish!) (At least not about them.)


Blogger ThePoliticalCat said...

SUCH a bad little kitten she is! What is all this bitery? Shameless girl! Maybe next time she bites him, he'll bop her on the nose. Well-deserved.

Yah, watch out for that paw-washing trick. Mine do it all the time, and I have to make sure I put any glass out of their reach, if I'm planning to drink from it again. Eee-yew!

2:00 PM  
Blogger Lizzy said...

Oh, she is a rascal! Angel comes to me at least once a day and sez, Mom! She's a PSYCHOPATH..!

7:12 PM  
Blogger qiron said...

From Angel? That's RICH. Mr. "I R pickin' on everuhboddy" is complaining? BWAHAHAHAHA! Oops. Sorry, Angel darling, I didn't mean it! (right.)

11:47 PM  

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