It sneaks up quietly and settles down next to you on the couch, sprawled nearly upside-down, purring. When you notice it, it bites you and calls you a bad name.
Tam's out of town today and I'm cat-sitting. Random Numbers is in her usual moods. She was good as gold about not trying to steal breakfast off my plate while I was eating -- a huge improvement over even a year ago.
After the decepticat episode, I finished trimming her nails (left a front paw untouched after I cut a rear claw a bit too short last week, ouch) and rewarded her afterward with some string-thwarting, in which one makes the string simulate a snake (or sometimes a very small Queztocoatl, by making it fly through the air) and the cat thwarts it. Seemed to work.
2 months ago