Vacation!

After 3 hours in my carrier cage, I find my self in a vaguely familiar setting full of old smells, fascinating noises outside, and best of all, a vacation from the "other"! It took me no time to relax in the sun or to camp out on tabletops with the best view of the world passing by outside. One unfortunate thing is that up here, there is only one food dish to sample from, and it seems to be usually empty. I think they expect me to run around and catch mice, but only in their dreams (and mine).

More of the same

Sometimes this song and dance gets a little weary. She blocks my advance while I stake out her perch, and vice versa. She still hisses and swipes at me, but I retain my cool. Whatever, as long as I get fed on time.

Garden Party

We got to go out and enjoy the fresh air today, although in a fenced in area. The "other" was able to pass through the fence with ease to explore the outside world, but with my impressive girth, alas, I was locked inside. Still, with tail a-quiver, I explored every square inch of what was available to me. The "other" remained fascinated with me, even with all the other outside distractions.

Global Relations

She now seems to have developed a love-hate relationship, where she wants attention but needs to maintain control. She parks herself in my path either in a doorway or on the stairs, and when I try to pass, she starts hissing. This morning she even took a swipe at me. I just saunter by, comfortable in the thought that if it came to that, my claws would win out over her paws. It's like my inner Obama (cool, collected, logical, willing to negotiate and coexist) vs her Ahmadinejad (irrational, insecure, flies off the handle, eager to confront). Hopefully she'll come to her senses.

Follow the Leader

We have an unspoken truce. She still hisses and growls for show when I get within 3 feet, and sometimes I just plop down there to antagonize her. She remains intrigued by me and my habits. If I sit on the window sill, then she has to try it when I leave. If I go to the sink for a drink, she jumps up there as well when I'm done, but she remains confused because she doesn't know the technique for drinking. I'd be happy to teach her if she could only get over the hissing thing.