Thursday Twosome

Mom likes this picture for two reasons:  it shows how we have learned to eat together and you can clearly see the size difference between me and Emma.  Mom hasn't blogged for nearly a week.

Karen Jo:  There has been a lot going on in my life lately and I just have been to tired to blog.

Emma:  There has been a lot going on in our lives, too.

Karen Jo:  Yes, there has.  Herman jumped you last Saturday.

Emma:  He was mean to me.  I was just getting petted and he grabbed me with his forepaws and threatened to bite my head when you finished.

Karen Jo:  Herman was always the one who got petted in the bathroom before you came.  He just got a little jealous.  When are you finally going to stop hissing at Herman?

Emma:  When I get good and ready.  I hardly ever do it any more, just when he gets too close to me and I don't feel like dealing with him.

Karen Jo:  He knows that I will pet him while I am talking on the phone.  You weren't close enough for me to pet and he wanted to get close to me and you hissed at him.  He backed off and I couldn't pet either one of you.

At least she didn't jump me last night in bed.

Karen Jo:  That was all good.  I figured out how to pet both of you at the same time.  It was all going very well until you decided to leave.

I suddenly discovered that her rump was touching my rump. That disturbed me and I left.

Karen Jo:  You like sniffing her behind, so why would it touching you upset you?

I don't know, but it did.

Emma:  I sniffed Herman's behind, too.

Karen Jo:  Yes, both of you seem to get a kick out of sniffing each other's tails.  At least it doesn't lead to hissing any more.

Emma:  I am learning how to play with toys.  The other night, Mom was rolling a ball to Herman and he was batting it back.  I sat and watched.  They played like that for a while, then Herman stopped playing.  Mom rolled the ball to me and I batted it back a few times.  It was fun.  Yesterday I smelled something good in one of the toy boxes.  I dug and dug and found it and dragged it out.  I sniffed it and bit it and clawed it and kicked it.  Then I ran around the house like my tail was on fire.

Karen Jo:  You discovered Herman's nip syringe.  It is stuffed with really good nip.  I will leave it out for you until you get tired of it.  I am so glad that you are discovering the fun of cat toys.

Emma:  When can I go out in the stroller again?

Karen Jo:  Some day when I am off and the wind isn't blowing so hard.

May I go, too?

Karen Jo:  Yes, Herman, but not at the same time.  The stroller isn't big enough for both of you at once.