Every time I think the kitties are getting along better, they start fighting. Every time I think they're in fighty modes, they wind up near each other. Honestly, I think I'm going to give up trying to decide if they are tolerating each other, becoming slight friends, or still in hate mode.
Whenever I think I've got them figured out, they do something totally outside of what I think. Either they are trying to make me think I'm crazy, or they are crazy themselves. All I know is that one of us is probably bonkers...
This week was a perfect example of what I'm talking about. You saw the picture on Wordless Wednesday, right? They were curled up quite close. What had happened is that Leo sat on that bench and Star has, recently, claimed the couch and materials on it as her very own. When she saw Leo near her spot, she walked a wide berth around him and jumped up behind.
He knew she was there, and probably thought she was going to smack him. She kept giving him dirty looks, but he stayed. I think he thought that if he ran, she'd chase him. Which is usually true.. but all she really wanted was her spot. So it was peaceful.
They did exchange a lot of smacky paws this weekend. She was so intent after him at one point that nothing deterred her, except for the fact that he retreated to the top seat on the tall cat tree and she, to this day, has never gone up that high. I think she was going to attempt it though.. so I got after her.
Leo did some romping around the room, quick bap, dive under the bench, moves. We know this is playful because he basically pokes her in the butt, no claws, no real smack, just a quick poke, like he wants to play.
He also waited until she was whisker deep into her favorite treat and, ignoring his own treat, spent what felt like almost half a minute sniffing her tail and back (no, not her bum, she eats tail down) until she got fed up and took a mouthful of her snack to the carpet to eat in peace.. thanks Leo.
Star tried playing some whack-a-mole when Leo was under his bench. She rarely goes under after him, but sits on top and reaches down to smack, or sits at the side and reaches under the blanket on it. Some of that was playful this weekend, some was decidedly not playful.
Early Sunday there were a lot of not playful whaps. I was frustrated enough to toss empty tissue boxes between them to make them leave each other alone. All that got me was some stink-eye from Star.
That's why I was so surprised when this happened Sunday evening:
Almost the exact opposite of what happened Wordless Wednesday. Leo considers the bed his for the most part, for napping and playing and diving onto his cat tree. I had moved the bench over near the bed to set up a little crafting station as I tried to work on something that didn't work out. Star decided that she HAD to sleep on the bed.
Leo took umbrage but what are ya gonna do, she was there first. I figured he found somewhere else to nap, until I turned around and saw him right behind me on the bed with her. I don't know if he figured being closer to me would protect him or if he just flat out wanted his bed and wasn't going to be intimidated, but he chose to get up there when she was already there. It was a day of whaps and naps.
I'm hoping for more naps, less whaps!
