Ms. C: I am happy to report that Styx is still doing wonderfully well after her spaying. Last night she played for over an hour with a favorite rattly ball toy, and this morning I woke up to the sounds of some kind of furry flopping in the bathtub, which I imagined (and confirmed by sneaky ways later on) was her chasing her tail in the bathtub. It's not one of those plastic bathtubs, so it is a very noisy activity, which I am sure is gratifying to her.
Styx: I bet you think I am in trouble in this picture. It's true, they are trying to be intimidating, but I don't let that get to me. My new home is so much fun there are better things to do than worry about bullies!
|Stygia, Styx, and Abby|
Ms C: I have reasons to believe that there are plots afoot and conspiratorial cahoots. As I sat at my desk reviewing some writing, Stygia strutted by with her fur full of little particles. I couldn't imagine where she'd been, maybe she decided to get in a skirmish behind the couch with Styx and rolled around in some dust?
"You're a mess!" I told her.
It was only when I went to the living room that I discovered the source of said particles:
Abby: I had nothing to do with this. I did not tell Styx to go and find the catnip bag and bring it to the floor and to kick it and bite it and get it all over the floor. But I liked it.
Stygia: It was very, very, very, very, very exciting.
Styx: Why not?? It was right there on top of the bookcase. The other two cats don't even seem to be aware that there is a "top of the bookcase," so I figured it was up to me to take advantage of the situation and have the first go at this bag of awesome smelling stuff! Wooooooo!
Ms. C: OK, I concede, there are no plots yet. No cahoots yet. But I can tell it's coming!