This is rather what things are like at home right now. Heather and Vicky have gone to FilKONtario. Mark (the dog) and I have been sitting on the couch most of the evening, watching the cats do strange things. Mark is puzzled, but that’s nothing unusual.
Part of the problem is Shiloh. Shiloh is the biggest chicken I have ever seen. He’s an uncut male, a Siamese/Burmese mix, so you think he’d have some guts. Guess again. Princess, the half Siamese female has him scared witless. She has him so scared he’d rather sit on the couch beside me (and he’s scared of me) and Mark (who he’s really scared of) because he’s terrified of her. Heck, he’s terrified of the kittens!
It would probably be worse if Princess could count. Ruby, who’s little girl is cat crazy came by to pick up the kitten we’d promised her, and I don’t think Princess has figured out that one is missing yet. Considering the noises I’m hearing from by the front window (which have to be Bandit and Princess, because I can see everyone else) she is going to be a nightmare all weekend. The kittens just sit there and look puzzled when their mommy throws a fit. Which really would be quite funny, if poor Shiloh wasn’t catching most of the fury. He’s a really nice cat, when he isn’t terrified.