Yesterday Teresa came by and we did a meet-and-greet and site-swap with the boys.
But before I get into that, essential news that some might file under Too Much Info – but those who remember what we went through with the Fang introduction, you who have your priorities straight, you will appreciate this: Both boys produced exhibition-quality poops. I’m very proud. Be glad no picture.
Now to the meet-and-greet. Here’s the best shot I could snap off. Hopeless to get any quality; too much movement and not enough light. What you’re seeing is Bugsy playing with his treat-ball and Barney observing.
That’s to say, Barney actually yawning, as reader OldCat points out. How rude!
Bugsy is interested in paw-to-paw contact. Barney is not. It’s astonishing. Bugsy puts a fairly gentle paw through the door-crack, which paw lands on Barney’s head – and Barney basically ignores him! Bugs was possibly getting a little frustrated by this lack of respect . . . .
Barney himself appears almost entirely people-centered. I’m not sure but my guess is, he’s still a little anxious. Whatever’s going on, every time I enter Base Camp, he expresses himself by engulfing me. There’s just no other word for it. I think if he could get his paws around my entire body he would, and then he would draw me to his breast and devour me. This might be how it feels to be dined-on by lions.
Plus, being the biscuit-dough to Barney’s kneading feels like going ten rounds with Muhammed Ali. I have to put on several layers of clothing, including a sweat-shirt from my Hampton Junior High days.
Come on, Bean, you know you love it.
The site-swap involved putting Bugs in Base Camp, and Barney into Bugs-Land (the rest of the house).
Here’s Barney’s first sight of OutTV.
Here’s Barney deciding he’s had enough of OutTV. Too much else in the house to be getting on with. You will probably get bored very soon with me pointing out his great size – but do it I must; please bear with me until I get it out of my system (might take some time). Notice how he fills the entire chair.
Here’s Bugs inhaling in Base Camp.
And here’s Bugs after the excitement was over and Barney was safely back in Base Camp. I missed the money-shot – Bugs completely stretched out, belly up stem to stern, occupying two beds.
No shot possible of Barney – he retreated into the Base Camp cave I built for him.
This morning, while the cats were active, has been challenging. Bugs took forever to settle down. If I had to say, I’d call him nervous and jumpy and butt-in-a-fluff. Running from window to window to door and back again, complaining loudly, settling down to brushies with a little purring, and then back up again, playing with treat ball and then back to the window, no, not that window, the other window, then Base Camp door, then back again – you get the idea.
And about 4:45 this morning Barney himself re-excavated Base Camp door . . . .
And I had myself a humdinger of a nightmare. Fantasies that, when executed into reality, turned into slime-filled horror shows.
This too shall pass. Right? Sure it will.