My purpose, of course, was to find diversions for Spenc.er to not beat down Mem.phis all the time. That has worked to a large degree; it only happens about once a day now.
Memp.his goofs off on his own a good bit now. He actually comes downstairs to beg, eat, play, and cuddle.
Here are Spenc.er, Mem.phis, and B.eau eating watered down Fancy Feast; Sylv.ie is just to the left of them. I used to add the water for Sad!e to get extra fluids, but these guys like the broth best, too. I would have never in a million yesrs thought of Spence and Memph sharing a plate.
Syl.vie is a great cuddler. She is quite coy, weaseling her way into touching the other cats. She's very persistent and doesn't let their negative body language (moving a few inches away) stop her from attaining her goal. Here she is with Memph and with Spence - sorry about the camera strap.
I think of her as the Great Equalizer, smoothing things out. She plays well with all of them. Her meow is high pitched, almost like a guinea pig. She does occasionally still try to nip, but she is an excellent cat and I am happy to have her. Plus she provides beaucoup butt sniffing entertainment for the boys. She knows how to work it!
ETA: Forgot to say that she gets in special time with Be.au, too. She licks his head like a mother, yet rough houses with him, too.
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Glad they are all getting along. You realize, if called upon to do a geneaology or medieval history project with J, that you could make a heraldic device for your home with 4 cats, one in each corner. Although, instead of rampant lions, you'd have reclining housekittehs.
I'm jealous. *pout* I've been reading your kitty posts with a mixture of envy and sadness. You see, Bob is severely allergic to cats (and prescription allergy meds would not help). Before Bob and I got married, I had several kitties. I love cats. But now I can't have them, and rarely get opportunities to visit with friends who have cats. And after I do, I have to diligently wash my hands so Bob doesn't end up standing over the sink with his nose running like a faucet. At least it appears that Boog didn't inherit that from his dad...in his few encounters with cats, he's not yet had a reaction (knock on wood). Oh, well...give your kitties an extra rub from me.
Awwww....So sweet. I love the kitties.
Your cats are so beautiful. God I love cats they make me so happy. Since I've been home (after being gone a month) my cats are glued to me and it's so lovely, though I also feel very guilty about making them feel so insecure that they are now glued to me. One of them sleeps on me all night. When I turn in my sleep she adjusts herself so that she stays on me. She didn't do that before I left.
It's nice to know I'm loved. They are precious creatures.
why do you put the periods in the middle of their names? is there a story for that?
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