HIYA! SAVANNAH HERE!
I don’t mean to always been whinging about havin’ to give up space and sun puddles to TKS. But com’on guys! Does she hav’ta show up everywhere I go??!!
Now ya know what I mean. Just because I absconded with her preferred sun puddle, when it started to get lots bigger, is no call for her to keep on stalkin’ followin’ me. Ya know, it’s like she has a sixth sense, or maybe even a ninth sense!! MOUSES!! She may even have managed to take her nine lives and add a new URL to ’em so she also got three MORE senses!! Is that possible?
Thank Ceiling Cat she didn’t sniff me out and I can chill’ax. Ya see this particular sun puddle area has a real nice feel to it. My humans open the slider door so I can hear the lovely chimes and listen to the burdies down in the patio chompin’ away at the two feeders. *shhhh* Don’t let those Trout Towne residents know I like the sound of the burdies.
I was about ready to let my head droop against the slider door and settle in for a nice morning nap when my most dread dream came true—
Sadly there ya have it. Moments later I had to give up that swell sun puddle ‘cuz TKS just had to come over and try to chat with me. And yup, there was a hiss and a snarl as I exited my coveted special morning sun puddle. Such is the life of a mature former adult shelter cat now living with an immature shelter teenage shelter cat.
Can any of you relate to my circumstance? For Cod’s sake, please tell me how ya cope ‘cuz I am out of tactics to dissuade TKS. Can you even IMAGINE?—she wants to “play” with me? Why, I don’t even know what that means. Let alone what that looks like. I try, really I do. But when I wriggle my butt and pounce toward her, she pounces back!!! So I hiss and spit and flee. What is it that I am not getting right? Any suggestions?
PAW PATS, SAVANNAH
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