These Cats

Oh, these cats!

Little Bits, the Siamese on top of the recliner, came in from the cold to live with us a little over two years ago. She was thoroughly enjoying her life here when we threw a hard curve ball right at her head and adopted Taffy, the little one on the rug.

Bits is quite a bit bigger than Taffy, but Taffy doesn't care. Taffy slowly, slowly stalks poor Little Bits, then finally rushes at her. Bits runs away until Taffy catches up, then she flops on her side, then growls and hisses very menacingly. This is all very amusing until the chase leads them across our laps or midsections. Yes, it's all fun and games until the claws come out! There had never been an all-out serious fight, so I do think it's mostly Taffy trying to play. Unfortunately, Bits does not feel like playing. It interrupts her naptime.

Mostly, though, Bits finds the high ground and keeps a weather eye on Taffy. She looks like Snoopy when he's pretending to be a vulture.

Taffy takes great delight in just hanging out right under Little Bits's nose, as if to say, "Ha, ha, I'm not touching youuuuuu!" She's a mixer, that one.

We've taken to separating them at night so that we can get some sleep. It works pretty well, until one of them demands a midnight snack.

I don't think they'll ever be close buddies, but they have touched noses and even done the head butt once or twice. That, at least, makes me hopeful for peaceful coexistence.