Sharing on Sunday

Abby: Hey there, sis! I am glad to see you. This looks like a really interesting place to be. Mind if I hop on up?

Stygia: Well, actually, if you don't mind, I'd really like to be al--

Stygia: (sighs) too late. My purrsonal space has been invaded.

Abby: This is pretty neat. There is even another level below this one!

Stygia: Yes, there is. Why don't you go there?

Abby: Because I like being near you.


Abby: Ms. C has just placed a box on the floor, so I need to go check that out now. Thanks for sharing your space with me, Styggie!

Stygia: Uh, right. I'd say "anytime," but I try to be honest.


Abby: Speaking of sharing, Ms. C wanted to share a blast from her past with you, the first cat she ever knew. Her name was Scooter. Ms. C and Scooter greatly enjoyed being together, until Scooter passed over the rainbow bridge when Ms. C was three years old. Scooter knew how to share, too!

A Hovercat

Abby: Ever since Ms. C saw these pictures of Hovercat, she has been longing for a hovercat of her very own. As you may have guessed, she is rather easily entertained but I, I am not! However, we did come to an agreement. I will hover for food:


Ahhh, yes. That was satisfying. It is very hard for me to stay still for very long, you know. I even noisily gobble down that tuna as quickly as I can, not only because it is so tasty, but also because those moments I have my face in the food bowl are moments I cannot keep track of everything else going on in the household.

I am coming to really like Stygia. I even calmed down for about 10 seconds the other day to wash between her ears for her, although she has not yet done the same for me yet.

Ms. C gives her these little treat-thingies called "Tasty chicken flavor" temptations. I have never been interested in any treats of any flavor, not even tuna ones, but Stygia will eat any of them. So, I decided I better check it out. I waited for an opportune Styggie-getting-treats moment, and then I barged in. And I ate them all. I am sorry if it was rude, it was important. Now, as soon as I hear the cracking of the treats bag, I come running, and I politely eat one of them, even though I really don't like the way they taste. It's the polite thing to do!