Tuesday, October 23, 2012
One of the main ambitions of Grandson's life is to get handfuls of cat and squeeze them. "Pussy!" he says enthusiastically. "Mia! Mia!" he chortles.
Sirius and Cassie are not fans of Grandson. They never liked him from the start, when he had an occasional tendency to be Very Noisy. Their attitude mellowed slightly once he got bigger and more reliably cheerful, while still not able to move around. Now their opinion of him has deteriorated once again. They don't like the way he crawls very fast. (What is he? A very solid and unfurry kitten?) They disapprove of him standing and reaching across the sofa towards them. (Don't let him touch me!) They don't like his peals of laughter. (Most undignified.)
Cassie tends to disappear under the table when he's in the dining room, where the furry ones normally spend their time. Sirius is slightly braver, but shrinks back on the sofa, disapproval in his every whisker. He looks reproachfully at us. (Why do you keep bringing that thing into our house?)
Little do they know that in February or March, Volume 2 will be joining us. Poor cats. Now they know what it's like to be a mouse.