Last winter, during the dark months of the lockdown for the humans, they ran out of the precious paper that they use in the room which we always follow them into to sit down. They decided that they were not going to allow something called the ‘supply chain’ to leave them ‘strained without a roll.’ We are not sure what all that means but we are very aware of this new paper mountain landscape that is appearing down the main hall. Do all humans do this?
Sofie: Just because you think you have the right to go upstairs, Nine, does not mean that I will let you pass!
Nine: You think you can stop me big drooling goofball? I am Nine. I will be so cute that Mom will pick me up and whisk me right over your panting head.
Nine is absolutely crazy to give Sofie cat kisses. Most of the time she is menacing them and chasing them down the hall. Nine loves the dogs but I always worry with Sofie that she is going to turn around and ….
Lulu, on the other hand, is a cat’s best friend. She lets them play with her ears and give her kisses all the time.
Mini Cooper wants to lay with Charles all the time, but he only tolerates it if she keeps her paws off him. He does not like to share food and will growl and lunge at the cats if there is food around.
Every year is that crazy annual vet visit to get shots and exams and all that stuff. (Scroll over pictures to see what we are thinking.) Mom takes us all together for multiple reasons: (1) to get it over with, (2) because maybe we will support each other, and (3) because she gets a 10% discount on the tremendous bill when she brings in all 3 of us.
Peanut helped Mom this year because we are getting stubborn as we get older and are a lot to handle.
We are 10, 11, and 13, so there is more to check on. Lulu is going to have some surgery tomorrow to take those cysts off her head, ears, and face. Mom thinks it is best because they bleed a lot.
Charles has developed a tremor with this head which we think could be coming from his neck. Sofie continues to have massive anxiety and digestive issues. And Lulu is doing OK with her IBD, arrhythmia, and pancreatitis. Mom says that feeding time for us and the cats is like working in a hospital ward with all the different pills and powders. She is proud of us and says we take our medicine much better than the cats do (but we are not sure that is saying much).
It seems that we are always having to make goo-goo eyes at Mom these days to get Second Supper. Why doesn’t she just give it to us immediately without our having to line up and make all kinds of unearthly noises and faces? Charles is the worst. He sounds like an Ewok from that Star movie. Or some animal dying. Me, well, I just whine and whine and whine until she gives in. How can anyone resist my smile? – Sofie
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