Remember me? I'm Angeline, the pretty one. I've decided this new dog is no threat so I'm reclaiming my spot on the bed.
Since I've been spending a lot of time in my upstairs lurkem, The Woman got all excited to see me here and went into full paparazzi mode.
I have to admit, this bed is pretty terrific--worth putting up with a howly little nitwit like the new dog they call Jenny. And if things get too intense, I have a nearby hideaway in the box springs . . .
Cory tells me that The Child--the one who usually gets all the paparazzi attention-- is well-behaved and respectful of feline space . . . maybe, but I'm not ready for interaction.
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That's my sister Angeline--the pretty one. The nerve. And after I did all the hard work of ignoring the new dog till she realized I wasn't abandoning this bed. Oh, I had to growl and hiss a time or two but Jenny soon learned to ignore me back. And now Miss Angeline waltzes in and reclaims her spot on the bed.
The nerve of some cats.
5 comments:
You both look pretty pretty to me.
They look like sisters.
And yet, I bet the Woman gets to see each of you at feeding time every day! The Bed does have it's draw...and I'm happy to see cats seizing their fiefdom again!
Oh, I love them, and I'm so pleased to see them again. They are both so beautiful. And brave, reasserting themselves as Jenny settles in. More, please.
I miss the kittehs...they're too seldom heard from these days.
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