CATS ON TUESDAY
At 3 am I woke up because I heard somebody rambling through the house. I got up to see what it was, maybe a neighbor's cat who looked for something eatable in the kitchen, but what I saw was this :
The stuffed bird which used to sit in the flowers of my season basket. It looked a little uncombed. I just saw Arthur disappearing to the basement. I returned to my bed, not very happy about the interruption of my precious beauty sleep.
And then the next day Arthur was playing with this bird ! It is out of plastic and makes a noise like a ping pong ball. He threw it in the air caught it, put it behind the sofa, then couldn't get it out anymore, meowed until Mr. G. took a broom and got it out. As it's raining and cold and no real bird in view outside, Arthur has found a replacement. Now the bird has no feathers anymore, but he still is busy to play with it.
Kim is mostly inside now and follows Pookie everywhere, just as she did when she was a kitten and took Pookie for her mother. But she still is the "autistic" cat. Unfortunately Arthur has discovered his love for her and runs behind her for playing, what she doesn't like at all as she had never played in her whole life. I wonder if spring is in the air despite the still cold weather. Anyway we don't risk to have black and white striped kittens.
Pookie only thinks of food now and follows me everywhere, lifts herself with difficulties on the sofa and is happy.
Rosie doesn't like the new behavior of Pookie especially the fact that she now is always in my room and often lays besides my feet. She is jealous and ready to chase her away and then the hissing starts. I try to settle this conflict as the UNO does with Israel and Palestinians, Syria and other wars exactly with the same success.