When Priss wants in the bedroom, it is a pathetic thing. Oh, the languishing, pale mews! The tiny paw scratching so softly, oh so softly, against the base of the door! How easy it is to picture her swooning away, her voice so weak from the effects of being left out in the cold, cold (actually rather warm) hallway! Oh! Priss!
Pertelote, on the other hand, bawls insistently, as she is demanding breakfast, not the special bathroom cuddles that Priss favors. Yes, what Priss wants to do is to race you into the bathroom, thrust her head against your foot, and purr like a maniac. Pertelote is all for the cuddling but would really prefer some food, now please damn it (only Pertelote would never say "damn it," for she is the picture of innocence, if it is a peculiar brand of self-absorbed innocence. Truly,Pertelote has no guile).
So, since this has turned into a cat post (the first ever on this blog!), I shall now append some pictures of the cats, which were a part of TM's dowry. First, though, I will have to find batteries for the camera, download the pictures, and shrink them so that they will not take thirty minutes to upload to the blog. Hold on a minute.
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OK. This is a little series that I call "Conquest," in which Priss (the black one) and Pertelote (the tabby) vie for the coveted study window.
Pertelote has taken Priss' favorite spot, but Priss manages to wedge herself into it regardless.
Priss tries for some revenge. This has got to be annoying, she thinks.
Unfortunately, Pertelote's girth overpowers her.
Still, Priss has a few tricks up her sleeve.
The efforts at expansion seem to be working!
--But again, Pertelote proves an unstoppable force, and Priss is wedged into smaller and smaller spaces.
They consider a compromise...
...and an uneasy, probably short-lived peace is achieved.