The Commodore Cats Fight

The Commodore Cats have been fighting over who gets the right to sit/sleep on my lap lately.  While Star has the seniority, Kitten aka Oberon aka the Cat with the Identity Crisis outweighs him by five pounds and a massive attitude.  ::shakes head::  However, this competition only lasts until my husband lays down on the bed.  Then... suddenly!... there is a Kitten worshiping him, purring up a storm, staring up at him as though he were the only human in the universe.

While he is doing this, normally being  a flop cat with his front paws either up on Dale's chest or hugging him, my husband is petting him and saying, "You know I don't like cats.  I don't know why you're up here.  I don't much like cats at all."  It rather reminds me of one of my favorite books as a small child - Go Away Dog by Joan L Nodset.  I read that book over and over.

At any rate, I'm almost out of treats and it will be awhile before I can afford to get some more, so I can't work on getting the two troublemakers to behave right now.  Zaphoid is continuing his "oooooh!  No one looooooves me!!  Peeeeet mmmmeeeeeee neeeeoooooowwwww!" routine.  Thomas is playing it cool.  He's rarely seen except to complain about food being needed in the small bowls or to let me know that Timmy's in the Well™ (iow a cat wants to come in).  He'll stare at you through the door and the minute you open it walk away.  You start to call him and sure enough, another cat comes sauntering along, wanting out.  ::rolls eyes::  Silly boy. 

 

Teenagers, Winter Holidays, Thomas, and the wailing of Zaphoid.

The teens had a blast yesterday.  Last night Thomas slept with me and evidently wouldn't allow any other cat on the bed.  No, he's not the Alpha Cat in the house.  NoooOOOooo, not at all!  Harumph!  ::chuckle::  I did manage to squeeze in a cuddle with Star this morning while I rested and Zaphoid put in an appearance.  Although I think he was just checking in to see if I had any treats.

Lately Zaphoid has taken to hanging out on the steps leading to my daughter's bedroom and meowing piteously.  Mind you, he's a Siamese mix so his pity cry is... quite dramatic.  If he could manage it, I think he'd hold his paw to his forehead and look for a fainting couch.  No, really.  He's that bad.  He'll stick his head through the railings and look all emo and crushed at us.

Oh please!  Please!  ::paw to forehead::  Won't someone help me!!  I can't get into the room of she who loves and adores me.  She, whom likewise I love and adore.  The one whom I wish to cuddle up with and purrrrrr!  Woe is me for I can not enter into her chamber.  Meeeooooooooooowwwwwwwww"

Anyone but Jen, "Zaphy, her door is open.  You can go right in."  [repetition of wailing]  "No, really, look!  See!  Her door is open.  You can go in, Zaphy."  ::he looks over his shoulder at the open door::


Neeeeeoooooo!  You don't understand!!  I can't get innnnnnnn!  Oooooh wweeeeeeooooooooeeeeee is mmmmmmmmmmeeeeeee!etcetera.


"Zaphoid Beeblebrox!  Jen's door is open!!  Just go in the door!!"  About this time we get disgusted with him and leave him or Jen shows up and he goes, "Oh! Oh!  I can get in neeeeeoooow!  Look!  The door is finally open!"  Whereupon everyone shakes their heads.


I'm getting ready to put up the general Winter Holiday section at the store.  This section will have "Happy Holiday", "Season's Greetings" "Peace on Earth" etcetera.  And yes, there will be shirts, mugs etcetera as well as cards but I'll put the cards and ornaments in first and I think I'll set the shirts into their own section under the section of each graphic.  Preview time!!