Days Of Our (Nine) Lives -- Episode #1,538: "The Carpet"
Yes, another kitty post! Like I've said, I have a ton of pics laying around, so I might as well finally get them up and out in ElJay-land . . .
Anyway, I've often said that having cats is like being constant witness to a real-life blend of "Wild Kingdom" and a soap opera.
While in the process of moving, I pulled an old carpet of mine out of the basement for an airing; though I've had it several years, it hadn't gotten much use before it ended up in storage, and was practically in new condition (if a little musty). I figured we could use it at the new place.
Naturally, the minute anything like that hits the ground, indoors or out, there will be a cat on it, posthaste. In this case, Tippy claimed it immediately as her own. (She was very pleased with our excellent decision to carpet the outdoors.) Unfortunately, about 5 seconds later, a challenger appeared (and I grabbed the camera):
Tippy managed to keep him off the carpet itself for a while thanks to the Death Glares she kept shooting his way, but that only lasted so long . . .
Fry, of course, couldn't resist teasing Tip to see how far he could go: flopping and wriggling playfully around, inching closer and occasionally reaching a paw in her direction.
Finally, in a flurry of hissing outrage too fast for the camera to capture, Tippy let Fry have it (I don't think she actually connected with him, but she definitely made her point).
Fry, knowing when he was outclassed, finally left. Tippy remained undisputed Queen of the Carpet.
I love that, "Hah, showed him!" look on her face.
(When we finally get around to posting more systematic pics of Area 51, you'll notice that the carpet now resides in our living room, where, by sheer luck, it actually matches the decor . . .)
Anyway, that's the kitty post for today! :D
Anyway, I've often said that having cats is like being constant witness to a real-life blend of "Wild Kingdom" and a soap opera.
While in the process of moving, I pulled an old carpet of mine out of the basement for an airing; though I've had it several years, it hadn't gotten much use before it ended up in storage, and was practically in new condition (if a little musty). I figured we could use it at the new place.
Naturally, the minute anything like that hits the ground, indoors or out, there will be a cat on it, posthaste. In this case, Tippy claimed it immediately as her own. (She was very pleased with our excellent decision to carpet the outdoors.) Unfortunately, about 5 seconds later, a challenger appeared (and I grabbed the camera):
Tippy managed to keep him off the carpet itself for a while thanks to the Death Glares she kept shooting his way, but that only lasted so long . . .
Fry, of course, couldn't resist teasing Tip to see how far he could go: flopping and wriggling playfully around, inching closer and occasionally reaching a paw in her direction.
Finally, in a flurry of hissing outrage too fast for the camera to capture, Tippy let Fry have it (I don't think she actually connected with him, but she definitely made her point).
Fry, knowing when he was outclassed, finally left. Tippy remained undisputed Queen of the Carpet.
I love that, "Hah, showed him!" look on her face.
(When we finally get around to posting more systematic pics of Area 51, you'll notice that the carpet now resides in our living room, where, by sheer luck, it actually matches the decor . . .)
Anyway, that's the kitty post for today! :D