Saturday, October 15, 2011
Karen Jo: Yes, I am and I really apologize. My allergies have been very bad lately and it's very hard to type and cough at the same time. I really will try to do better.
Karen Jo: Emma is up on her shelf right below the window sill and the light is coming in right at the camera. I really must resist trying to take pictures of her up there.
Not much has been going on around here. Mom has been either goofing off or cleaning, neither of which interests us much, except that she goofs off lying down quite a bit and we love to cuddle with her.
Emma: I found a way to get Mom all to myself. I am becoming a lap cat. I sat on her lap for an hour the other day and it was bliss. I got petted the whole time and Herman couldn't do anything about it.
I sat at Mom's feet and glared at Emma for a while, but she didn't run away like she usually does when I glare at her. I guess she knew that Mom would protect her from me.
Karen Jo: That's right, Herman. Emma deserves her petting time as much as you do and you have been hogging bedtime.
It's not my fault that I always beat her to the bed. She's just too slow.
Karen Jo: The fact that you have been giving her a swat on the top of the head when she does jump up on the bed has nothing to do with it, right?
Of course, right.
Emma: Herman has been being mean to me. He even invaded my hidey-hole between Mom's bed and the wall.
I got tired of your saying that I was too fat to get in your hidey-holes.
Emma: Luckily, I have another hidey-hole that you ARE to fat to get into.
I keep trying and you keep growling at me.
Karen Jo: That's because she runs to her hidey-hole she gets tired of your chasing her, Herman. You need to give her some space.
Hey, I'm not always the bad guy here. She chased me down the hall just the other day. She smacks me on the head when I try to eat out of the same bowl that she is eating out of.
Emma: That's because your head is so big that if I let you share my bowl, the next thing I know there is no room for me.
The food has been great around here lately. Mom cooked chicken and gave me some and last night she had steak. I got four or five bites, plus sour cream. Mom even offered Emma a bite of steak, but she didn't want it. Emma is weird. She even turned down a catnip treat a few days ago.
Emma: I prefer cat food to people food. I have decided that I only like Temptations for treats. Mom gives me one for taking my Interferon.
I don't get a treat for taking my Interferon any more.
Karen Jo: That's because you like taking your Interferon and Emma doesn't. You get plenty of treats for scratching on your scratchers. That's all for tonight and I really do promise to blog more often. I am really sorry if I worried anyone with my absence.