“There are some cats that just won’t stop.” — Kris, about Nemo the spazzkitten
The cat situation remains unaltered. Three cats are much more work than two cats.
To summarize: Simon loves Nemo, and thinks of him as a little brother, or a personal chew-toy. Nemo loves Simon and thinks of him as a big brother, or a big fluffy tackling dummy. They play together often. They’ve even begun to sleep together. A little bit. Until Simon notices Nemo is in his space and leaves.
Toto hates them both. Toto hates everyone. Except me.
At seemingly random moments, Toto will begin to growl at one, or both, of her brothers, and may even get up and stalk the evil intruder from room to room. When she stalks Nemo, Nemo mostly ignores her. When she stalks Simon, Simon gets a thrill from it, and in turn tries to provoke her into a fight.
Nemo likes to sleep on the bed with us. Unfortunately, Toto likes to sleep on the bed with us, too, and that’s always been her spot. Her growling and hissing prevents us from getting good sleep, so we often shut her in the back room.
Nemo’s great. He’s affectionate, playful, and smart. He’s the heart of the family.
Toto’s a bitch.
I love all three of them.
On 04 November 2003 (08:18 AM),
On 04 November 2003 (08:56 AM),
On 04 November 2003 (11:39 AM),
On 04 November 2003 (05:50 PM),
Mom (Sue) said: