Son of kitteh picspam III: Enter the dragon
...or, more accurately, enter our adult cat, Dolly, with whom kitteh has established a relationship not unlike the one in that Looney Tune with the big bulldog and the eager little mutt. Complete with happy bounces across the living room: "We're pals, ain't we, Dolly? Yup, you and me, right?"
Meanwhile of course, Dolly is throwing me pleading looks like "Do you really hate me this much?" I am not thinking there is much maternal instinct there. She finally snapped the other night and raised a threatening paw... which Jasmine promptly charged like it was the best toy she'd seen in weeks. Next thing you know they're in a full-on game of Whack-a-Groupie. It was hilarious.
However. If there is one great leveller in the feline world, one language they all understand, it is: sleep. Big kittehs, bitty kittehs, get them dozy enough and it's warm fuzzies all around - literally. I don't wish to get into cliches here, but it does strike me that a bit of Sleep-Eze mixed into the water supply of, say, Syria would not hurt international tensions any.
Meanwhile of course, Dolly is throwing me pleading looks like "Do you really hate me this much?" I am not thinking there is much maternal instinct there. She finally snapped the other night and raised a threatening paw... which Jasmine promptly charged like it was the best toy she'd seen in weeks. Next thing you know they're in a full-on game of Whack-a-Groupie. It was hilarious.
However. If there is one great leveller in the feline world, one language they all understand, it is: sleep. Big kittehs, bitty kittehs, get them dozy enough and it's warm fuzzies all around - literally. I don't wish to get into cliches here, but it does strike me that a bit of Sleep-Eze mixed into the water supply of, say, Syria would not hurt international tensions any.