Nov 23 2008
Kittens
Misty has all the traits of a larger feline, getting into things that we would really rather she stay out of, climbing objects to reach those mystic realms of her curiosity and biting the cheek that feeds her (the little ingrate).
Misty still tries to nurse, cheeks and chins, drawing blood instead of milk. Not much fun for the ‘donor.’
Misty has met the Queen, surprisingly no blood bath there, the younger cat accepted her warning, subjects do not merely request an audience unannounced!
Fred has decided Misty is alright, washing and playing with her. They even occasionally allow us into bed at night, though grudgingly. I tried to explain that I am to big to sleep on the floor, they really don’t seem to care.
Fred has also met the Queen, who glared intensely while he intruded upon her domain, and enforced her monarchy only after he had the audacity to attempt a nose to nose introduction.
Regal audiences keep everyone’s nerves on edge, two very large attendants would be more than willing to prove their allegiance to Prince Fred over the hissing Queen. Her human subjects do try to keep the Queendom peaceful.
The demands of her highness can grow tiresome, removing her bodily from the porcelain throne to ease her shattered nerves before using the heat fan in the throne room which causes her to scream in displeasure or preparing the silver (Polystyrene) platter to proffer tidbits of delicacy to entice her palate, while offering nectar of the gods from her favorite chalice to sooth her savage thirst! Ah, the life of servitude.
Thomas H. Forthe
