Let’s lighten things up a bit, eh?
These are my cats:
The fluffy, lightly toasted marshmallow is Zelda. The orange corkscrew is Fitz, in the emac.
Right now, the emac is right side up, which means that those round holes with the oblong hole in the middle are at the bottom, and there’s large rectangular opening on the side. Earlier today, Zelda was in the emac. Fitz walked up to her and did something, I don’t know what, but it was apparently disrespectful. He hurried away and she peeked through the rectangle to watch him, in case he was going to be nasty and needed a lesson taught. He did not.
A little while later, a clap of thunder sounded. Zelda startled a little. She’s never, to my knowledge, been afraid of thunder, but the emac is right next to the sliding glass door to the balcony, so maybe that was the problem. She stayed in the emac for a bit, but then a second clap of thunder sounded, and she tripped over herself getting out of the emac and ran over to me for snuggles.
Now is the time on Sprockets when cats playfight. They pose like they’re part of the filming of the fights in The Matrix when they fight. Sometimes one of them gently pats the other on the head mid-fight. This never ends hostilities. Hostilities end when they simultaneously are distracted, or bored, or have noticed that I went in the kitchen without them. (HORRORS)
Fitzy is a chatterbox. Zelda makes sad mewlings when you are feeding her but have not yet put the food down, and tiny chirps when she jumps on things, but Fitzy is talking specifically to me at all times when he talks. Until I respond, he will make the same plaintive MAOW over and over. When I respond, he makes a tinier MURR. He also grunts a lot.
These are my kitties.