Biggie's new tricks
Oct. 26th, 2020 09:58 amJust in the past week, Biggie has decided that he moves when he wants to and not before. He thinks he is the boss of him.
Used to be, in bed, he'd scamper off at the least disturbance. Then he got so where, when I got up to pee, he'd just not move. Or move to take over more of the bed. This morning, he was asleep on the duvet when I wanted to get up. Only I couldn't get out of the bed because he had the damn duvet locked down.
We discussed it. He refused to move. I finally had to show him the math. His 12 pounds. My 200 pounds (well, 236.5 as it turns out on the scale this morning but whatever).
He likes to nap on the clothes folded up on the shelves in the closet. Used to be, I'd open up the curtains (which I use instead of doors) and he'd scamper away. Then, he took to not scampering but leaving in a huff. And then, really not leaving at all. Sometimes I'd go in there, get what I wanted and not even know he was there. His black blends nicely in a dark closet.
This morning I went to get out a shirt and he was laying on two different stacks. What I wanted was on those stacks. He would not move. He just glowered at me. Finally, I was able to wrangle out one of the bottom of one of the stacks.
Turns out it was my Biggie and The Smalls shirt. I wonder what The Smalls would have been like at this age (18 months). Probably double the trouble.

(For those new to here. I adopted Biggie and The Smalls when they were youngins. The Smalls had feline leukemia and lived not quite one year. The drawing on this shirt was done by
ani_mama of the two of them playing with Stickie.)
Used to be, in bed, he'd scamper off at the least disturbance. Then he got so where, when I got up to pee, he'd just not move. Or move to take over more of the bed. This morning, he was asleep on the duvet when I wanted to get up. Only I couldn't get out of the bed because he had the damn duvet locked down.
We discussed it. He refused to move. I finally had to show him the math. His 12 pounds. My 200 pounds (well, 236.5 as it turns out on the scale this morning but whatever).
He likes to nap on the clothes folded up on the shelves in the closet. Used to be, I'd open up the curtains (which I use instead of doors) and he'd scamper away. Then, he took to not scampering but leaving in a huff. And then, really not leaving at all. Sometimes I'd go in there, get what I wanted and not even know he was there. His black blends nicely in a dark closet.
This morning I went to get out a shirt and he was laying on two different stacks. What I wanted was on those stacks. He would not move. He just glowered at me. Finally, I was able to wrangle out one of the bottom of one of the stacks.
Turns out it was my Biggie and The Smalls shirt. I wonder what The Smalls would have been like at this age (18 months). Probably double the trouble.

(For those new to here. I adopted Biggie and The Smalls when they were youngins. The Smalls had feline leukemia and lived not quite one year. The drawing on this shirt was done by
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Date: 2020-10-27 03:01 am (UTC)I thought about The Smalls today.
Losing him was hard.
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