It's civil war. While Tiny was outside making the grounds safe for democracy this morning, her brother was inside staging a coup on the kitchen counter, taking over the inviting, cat-friendly space of the box our new boots had come in, the one that Tiny had claimed as a kitty squash court cum napping station the other day:
The Babe himself was in for a rude awakening when Tiny, discovering her sibling's nefarioius plot, let loose full face with hiss and claw.
When things aren't going your way, it's time to try on flowery hats.
She's beautiful when she's angry.
Once Tiny had left the battlefield, Baby returned to the business at hand, a long winter's catnap.
A temporary truce was called when Tiny withdrew to her favorite chair upstairs in the living room. Portsmouth, NH blogger Amy Kane of Atlantic Ave. explicates:
Forget catnip mice, balls with bells inside, a knotted scratching post, fish flavored treats, fancy tins of cat food flavored with scrambled eggs and the breast meat in gravy of the free range chickens who laid them. All [Zelda the hobo cat] wants for Christmas is the boxes our gifts come in.
Box blogging is the cat's pajamas.
Update: Lots more animal antics at Modulator's Friday Ark #169.