Handsome is...

...as Handsome does.

I do very well, thank you. Flossie's red throw is cosy.

You can have it back later, Flossie. Stop moping.

Hypothesis

They are strange creatures, humans. They like to get wet, for a start, and they even have a special room to get wet in; the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Rachel left this on a little dish beside the bath. She keeps saying it's nearly finished, and that she must buy a new one. We looked at that little dish with interest.

Sometimes Rachel leaves tasty morsels lying around on little dishes. This one looked a bit like cheese.

We decided to conduct a scientific experiment, and taste it.

Big mistake this time. Nasty! And definitely not cheese!

Rachel found a little bit that we spat out, lying on the floor. She laughed a lot, and thought of this:



We decided not to say which of us conducted the experiment; cats don't like to be laughed at.

And anyway, it might have been cheese; we have to take risks in the name of Science, you know.

Unrequited

Scooter: Lottie, I lurve you. Be my Valentine!

Lottie: Gerroff!

Scooter: Is it my breath?

Lottie: My mother warned me about boys like that. Pushy types.

Personal space?

No such thing in this house. Not with a little sister like Millie.

She was a nuisance when she was a kitten....

And she didn't improve as she got bigger.

And bigger....

She's so persistent. Can't take a hint.

And today, things are just as bad.

Sometimes I get up and leave. You should see her face then!

But, you know,  sometimes I just Want To Be Alone.....

Pica*

*the eating of non-edible items

I haz it.

I duzn't.

Oh wait. Maybe I duz.

Mi cama es tu cama, Scooter

Flossie here.

I am learning Spanish while I sit waiting patiently in the hall.

I can't get into my bed; it's in use.

So I have to wait.

Scooter is trampling my fleecy blanket. He's purring loudly, and Rachel thinks he might even be drooling.

I'm not getting into bed until he's gone away, taking those sharp claws with him.

I like Scooter a lot, but he really is a bit bonkers.

I mean, loco.

Don't mock!

Pole dancing isn't as easy as it looks.

Not for the generously-proportioned cat, at any rate.