Cat Drama!
Oct. 15th, 2010 11:14 pmMerlin, my writing cat, invented the art of sleeping under my halogen desk lamp. No, really, he'll tell you.

To the point where I had to make him his own special spot NEXT to my desk on a little four-drawer cabinet, because he had taken to such great sprawling I couldn't actually use my desk. He even has his own little gray faux-fur throw.
Today, his brother not only discovered the Spot of Great Warmth, but stole it. For like an hour.
And Merlin alternately paced over top of Arthur's head, stood watch, or tried to catch as much halogen heat as he could by huddling on the strip of desk next to Arthur's head. ANGST! CAT ANGST!

Merlin got down to disconsolately yowl a bit. Then Arthur moved, and Merlin was RIGHT THERE, OMG, are you out of my freaking spot yet? But Arthur was not out of the spot. Arthur was just preparing himself for a bath.
Merlin got back on the desk and tried to stare him down.
Arthur cleaned himself in his own good time, and finally left. Things to puke, places to pee.
Merlin flopped down immediately back in his spot, closed his eyes, and groaned contentedly. I'd take another picture, but it's nearly identical to pic 1 above.
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Also, earlier today, I saw a squirrel acrobat:


To the point where I had to make him his own special spot NEXT to my desk on a little four-drawer cabinet, because he had taken to such great sprawling I couldn't actually use my desk. He even has his own little gray faux-fur throw.
Today, his brother not only discovered the Spot of Great Warmth, but stole it. For like an hour.
And Merlin alternately paced over top of Arthur's head, stood watch, or tried to catch as much halogen heat as he could by huddling on the strip of desk next to Arthur's head. ANGST! CAT ANGST!

Merlin got down to disconsolately yowl a bit. Then Arthur moved, and Merlin was RIGHT THERE, OMG, are you out of my freaking spot yet? But Arthur was not out of the spot. Arthur was just preparing himself for a bath.
Merlin got back on the desk and tried to stare him down.
Arthur cleaned himself in his own good time, and finally left. Things to puke, places to pee.
Merlin flopped down immediately back in his spot, closed his eyes, and groaned contentedly. I'd take another picture, but it's nearly identical to pic 1 above.
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Also, earlier today, I saw a squirrel acrobat:

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Date: 2010-10-16 11:14 am (UTC)Poor Merlin.
I know it's fun to tease them and watch their tiny brains try to work these things out and yes, I laughed and enjoyed the story, but really.
Oust Arthur. Firmly but gently. Merlin can't do his job properly as your writing cat unless you do. He was clearly stressed by not being able to do his job.
Oz, surrounded by nine, count 'em, nine cats, and all their assorted layers of interaction and who's in charge here?
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Date: 2010-10-16 01:33 pm (UTC)And yes, it was clearly my job to oust Arthur, but the poor guy is on the bottom of every pecking order in the house, and I wanted to give him his day in the sun. Whereby sun=halogen lamp.
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Date: 2010-10-16 01:44 pm (UTC)(Pee on us once, shame on the guest who closed the door to the basement; pee on us twice, shame on us (and the same guest who a year later closed the door to the basement again)--we cut a hole in the door after that.)
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Date: 2010-10-16 02:01 pm (UTC)And she didn't have his excuse about his litter box. It was all part of her neurotic charm.
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Date: 2010-10-16 02:54 pm (UTC)And that squirrel has some pretty cool moves.
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