This is such a perfect illustration of Twinkie and Molly’s relationship, which is one of tolerance and very occasional affection but certainly not love. Observe: they are sitting right next to each other, but are careful to avoid actual physical contact.
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Twinkie and Molly are in a particular litterbox phase at the moment. One of the litterboxes has been designated the poo receptacle; the other is the piss box. It is an unspoken rule. Does this mean my cats are litterbox-compatible?
No CommentsToday I came home to find the apartment in a shambles. A plant had been knocked from its stand, the bathroom rugs were all askew, and the shower curtain nearly disconnected, among other abnormalities. Twinkie had greeted me at the door, yelling her most piercing meow. She followed me around, obviously very agitated, as I investigated. I experienced some moments of panic during which I imagined masked men ransacking my home. But nothing seemed missing… except… where was Molly? Had I locked her in the bedroom? Was she crying in the tub, or stuck underneath the couch? I couldn’t find her, gradually becoming convinced that the masked men had indeed been in my apartment, and had made off with my prize kitty! But no. In fact, it turned out that Molly was sitting calmly behind the TV (although it took me a full five minutes to locate her).
I soon noticed a high level of tension between the cats, marked by hissing and growling. They must have fought bitterly today in my absence. A dispute over toy ownership, perhaps. I do wonder what happens when I’m away.
No CommentsMolly and I are watching breaking news on CNN. It’s not a happy story, but we find it difficult to look away. Molly, especially, can’t keep her eyes off CNN’s scrolling news ticker at the bottom of the screen. She sits on the floor directly in front of the TV, staring at the moving text. She wants to chase those words, and sometimes I hear the kitty screech — that same noise Molly makes when looking at birds outside.
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