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Despite my anxieties, I do get endless fun out of watching the cats' interactions. Most nights, Barry sleeps on my bed and is entirely untroubled by Mac, who won't come in till morning. Much of the day, the poor boy lurks under chairs or behind doors, for fear of being pounced on. At meal-times, though, Baz is The Man; he eats quicker than Mac, and if left unsupervised - as he usually is, my having other things to do than watch cats eat - will muscle in on the kid and pinch the last of his food too.
Today, he did the muscling halfway through the meal. I was in the garden, picking herbs; came in to find Barry at Mac's bowl. Happily, Mac is a student of the Higher Mathematics; he has figured out that 2=1+1. He had occupied Barry's bowl in lieu of his own. Quite why Baz would have abandoned half his own food uneaten, I dunno. A power-play of some kind, I guess.
Mac is also a student of the Higher Cuddle. He is an eroticat. When Barry sits on you, it's kind of like having your lap occupied by a warm and furry cinderblock, "here I am and here I remain". Very still, very solid. When Mac sits on you, it's an act of unmitigated sensual pleasure - nah, I'm being coy, which he is not. It's an act of sex. All wriggles and stretches and big eyes and "stroke my belly now - ooh - a little bit higher... Yes! Yes ! Yes!"
Also, my carrot cake? Is a big hit with the boys. I thought it was just the cream-cheese-and-butter icing, but apparently not. The body of the cake is fully acceptable. Carrots and all.
Today, he did the muscling halfway through the meal. I was in the garden, picking herbs; came in to find Barry at Mac's bowl. Happily, Mac is a student of the Higher Mathematics; he has figured out that 2=1+1. He had occupied Barry's bowl in lieu of his own. Quite why Baz would have abandoned half his own food uneaten, I dunno. A power-play of some kind, I guess.
Mac is also a student of the Higher Cuddle. He is an eroticat. When Barry sits on you, it's kind of like having your lap occupied by a warm and furry cinderblock, "here I am and here I remain". Very still, very solid. When Mac sits on you, it's an act of unmitigated sensual pleasure - nah, I'm being coy, which he is not. It's an act of sex. All wriggles and stretches and big eyes and "stroke my belly now - ooh - a little bit higher... Yes! Yes ! Yes!"
Also, my carrot cake? Is a big hit with the boys. I thought it was just the cream-cheese-and-butter icing, but apparently not. The body of the cake is fully acceptable. Carrots and all.