Our cats, now over three-and-a-half-years-old, are in firm control of the household. They know that it’s the two of them who are really in charge. To drive that point home, Bo has decided that his newest favorite spot in the house is lounging on the red Plow & Hearth pillow on top of a foot stool in the TV room.
Saturday, I’d been cleaning and moving things around and I just happened to put the pillow on top of the foot stool just to get it out of the way. In less time than you can say “Ginger Marmalade Cat” Bo not only discovered its location, but had further decided he liked perching on top. And in that specific position so he can keep his eyes on me while resting.
My wife and I had originally decided to give the pillow to Goodwill, but it looks like that won’t be happening anytime soon. I don’t think Bo would be too happy if the pillow were to leave the house. So it stays, oriented as you see it, on the foot stool. Now I get to observe if Luke, his brother, will wrestle with him over the right to lie upon it as well.
After living with us now for over three years, the Gingers have long learned about, and inserted themselves into, the many rituals around the house. For example, every morning I fix some sort of breakfast, Luke will leap up onto the counter and sit in front of the microwave while I work further down over the stove. He’s always hopeful something interesting might fall to the floor. Most mornings nothing does, but every once in a while something does, and he immediately checks it out and eats it if he deems it worthy. He has a bit appetite for cheese and the occasional bit of cooked egg, and he loves to clean off the tip of my knife after I use it to spread salmon cream cheese on my toasted bagels.
This morning I had to take both of the girls over to see the vet and get their flu shots. Taking them anywhere together is challenging, the vet even more so. I was fortunate this morning that there were no other patients in the vet’s office when we were there, but still. The girls love their car rides over to the vets, where they’re made a fuss over. As usual Ruby the yellow gained a pound. Annie surprised me by losing a pound, so I guess Annie gave her’s to Ruby. Otherwise they’re both totally healthy little characters.