“They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.”
Although you can’t see it, the mat under the dishes says “Water” on one side and “Nasty Dry Crap” on the other. Hey, it was their idea.
[Grendel]
Dry cereal
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No cause for concern
Kako is doing fine. It was just an upset stomach she had yesterday. By the afternoon, and after much sleep, she was doing fine: eating, drinking, playing, and generally being the lovingly bitchy feline she always is. Good, I didn’t need a cat emergency this week. My schedule was already too full.
Unusual bedfellows
I don’t often find The Twins, Kako and Kazon, sleeping together. Although they were quite close when young, once Kako found a new man (Grendel) she promptly and brutally dropped her brother and began treating him like the dumb jock he is.
There are times, in fact, when I wonder if she’s embarrassed to admit they’re related. Considering she smacks him around so much that he now cringes when she walks by, perhaps it’s even worse than that, but her reasons, whatever they may be, have certainly placed a wedge between them.
Despite this, Kazon loves his sister, and the do play together constantly. And from time to time, I see Kako make her way to Kazon so they might sleep together, even if only briefly. They may not be best friends, but they are still siblings who ultimately love each other regardless of violence being the main manifestation of that affection.
The other day I walked into the bedroom to pull the sheets off the bed as part of laundry day and what do you imagine I found? Yes, it was The Twins curled up together in complete and deep sleep, resting comfortably and blissfully with each other. It was a terribly sweet and rare sight.
[The Twins: (left to right) Kako and Kazon]
Um, a little privacy if you please
It’s one or the other
Sitting at my desk working on the computer beckons for company. It is a lonely place, a solitary exercise undoubtedly reeking of aloneness that cats apparently are fully capable of identifying. If The Kids are any indication, finding myself here calls for immediate action. Kazon represents the best example of this. He believes that there are two possible responses to Daddy’s busy yet bored demeanor: take his lap or take his shoulders. This is not always convenient.
If he chooses my lap, I am generally forever blocked from using at least one hand — and that’s assuming my free hand isn’t busy petting and scratching him.
If he chooses my shoulders, it becomes unpardonable for me not to give him the attention demanded by his constant purring in my ear and rubbing against my face.
Ultimately, I am left in a quandary under these circumstances. I want to complete whatever activity I was tending to on the computer, whether that be writing or reading. On the other hand, I cannot deny Kazon’s love and silent demand for attention.
What’s a father to do?