Boxed set-to

Steaming with rage as she plotted retaliatory strategy atop the dining room table, Tiny was not amused with her brother's insidious infiltration of her private quarters earlier today.

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:

Babe kept a low profile in the immediate aftermath of a full-court Tiny assault.

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.

Comments

[goomp]

A new blog group!!! "The Cats Pajamas"

[Teresa]

"All [Zelda the hobo cat] wants for Christmas is the boxes our gifts come in."

Just like small children - no matter what they get for a present, they far prefer the box it came in to the gift itself. *grin*

[Gayle Miller]

It is ever thus - the female of the species is out and about taking care of business while the male finds a comfy spot for a nap! Cat, human - it's all the same!

Sam has finally figured out how to use the kitty door. For his troubles, he got himself thoroughly chilled last night. He was outside maybe 5 minutes and came barreling back into the house, gave me a dirty look as though it was MY fault he was cold (!) and dove onto the bed and under the covers. Then he got angry with me because I couldn't stop laughing! Sense of humor is not standard equipment with the feline species!