This morning we did another little
persuasion bribing session. As I told Ivy last post, I did succeed in getting the boys where I wanted them — Bugs in Long Bed and Fang in Short Bed — for about 1.5 minutes. They then both relocated immediately, into the living room — wherever. Just as long as it was not where I wanted them to be.
Later, them being gone again from the living room, I tiptoed back into the bedroom, to see what they were up to. Hoping against hope.
I found Bugs in Long Bed — and Fang in Long Bed.
Again Fang ruined the moment by jumping up wanting Eternal-Delight Shoelace. Or something else equally urgent. I did manage to snap off this quick one of Fang on his way out, before it was too late altogether.
I love that look on Bugsy’s face. He is just the sweetest cat. Now patient and long-suffering, poor boy.
I think Fangie might be in training to be a hairdresser. No. Stylist, remembering Bugsy’s burgeoning film career. Fangie is as obsessive about grooming Bugs as he is about Eternal-Delight Shoelace. Also you can see — he’s a little — messy. Or — do you think the bits and bobs Fang leaves in Bugs’s fur are an Artisanal Fashion Statement? Kind of like Urban Grunge? I am so extremely cool and wealthy I don’t need to worry about grooming I am as fabulous as I can possibly be no matter what?
Later the scene shifted back into the living room. Here’s Fang making another statement:
Bugs gives as good as he gets. It’s the principle of the thing.
Love the parallel discomfited-ears in this next one.
You know what? If you want it so bad, you can * have * it. I don’t care.