Today’s Mews

Posted on August 11, 2003 in Cats

Damn! If you’ve got to use that flashy thing
every time we see an alien,
how are we going to remember
where the litter box is?

The Dog Days are eating our cats alive. They spend most of their hours — except for the cool parts of the morning — collapsed into squiggles and big dots.

Food bowl matters: Virginia Mew allows both the kittens to eat before she displaces Boadicea. The net effect is that Fiona’s outgrowing her sister. I think that this is Ms. Mew’s plan. She loves being Top Cat.

“She-Who-Stands-Up-To-Dogs” disgraced herself the other day when Ronny, a neighbor’s extremely good-tempered Staffordshire Terrier, climbed the stairs to say hello. Boadicea, who was doing guard duty at the screen, took one look at the chestnut-colored pit bull and tore off down the hall. Ronny ran off in the other direction. The sound of trembling, scampering paws thundered through the condo.