I have spent the last two working days at home.
I am working on wombat's behavioural issues with her mother.
ie. I am trying to stop her beating up on her.
I am enjoying their purring and the need they feel to be touching me if we are lying down to read or sleep. In these cooler months it is a full body snuggle up in the back of my knees. In summer it is just the bearest touch of a paw, in glancing, on ones leg or arm. It is cooler still and realised in a forceful curling up on foot on bed with knees up to rest my book on.
I cannot deny the competition for attention is flattering.
The battle to be toilet cat is so far dominated by Sookey. I have had to keep the toilet lid down to stop stoopid cats falling in and as a result my morning and day and nightly visits are much sort after as a blackmail point of weakness. I must pat them sufficiently to get them down. Sookey is queen of the toilet, closely followed by Blossom as cat most likely to be petted whilst I am , um, otherwise engaged
in important business.
Wooliff is lap cat when I am watching television of an afternoon.
Blossom is any time cat.
Mary is owner of the television and visits me of a morning for a head scratch.
Bubba, my sweet and possesser of my heart refuses to come inside at present and is content to bar passage in the driveway whene'er I come home from trips away.