Rufus sits in the laundry sink just the tips of his ears visible. Occasionally his head pops up as he looks for his brother. He is hiding. I step out of the laundry room and see just a few white whiskers from behind a box of Sam's stuff in the next room.
Rooney is hiding, too. Who will make the first move? Or will they stay in this stalemate for hours? Eventually one breaks out of his hiding to try and find the other one- and the game's back on. This is the life of a cat at Casa Big Cat. Endless games of hide and seek with the odd break for a 6 hour nap on a cushion. Not a bad life really. Oh there are fights over who get to lie right in front of the hot air vent in the front hall, but the loser simply slinks back to the TV room and lies in front of the vent under the stairs, There's plenty of hot air to go around for everyone. A third cat would be out of luck. Last night the boys watched the 4th Kind (a movie about alien abduction) with me - but all the screaming humans put them off and they soon fled the room for something quieter. The moaning of the Big Cat while he watches the Leafs or the Raptors is tolerable but the screaming of people being probed by aliens is really too much. These films should come with a warning "Not suitable for sensitive cats". xxx dad
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