Ok, not really. Instead we had some serious kitten-napping on a high shelf. I like this better when the two of them start a fight up there.
Davout did have a little party with the camera strap. Still the #1 cat toy in existence.
There was a tiny commotion when Julie interpreted my sitting near the door to meaning he could get a free pass outside if he complained loud enough. The little ones kept away until he gave up in disgust.
He’s getting a bit spoiled with all this time off and getting let out three times or so a day.
I was doing some floor cleaning and Rhea again wins a bravery award. The vac didn’t make her run at all – she actually watched and toyed with the power cord somewhat. Davout was a bit more cautious, but did like climbing in and around the furniture piled in the other parts of the room.
Little Rhea had another run in with Julie this morning. She climbed into bed after I woke up and was sitting there, and after a while Julie sat on the other side. She jumped down and played for a bit, then decided to jump back up on his side. This was bad, but then she landed on a stack of books and came up short, pulling a few down with her as she fell.
Julie was startled and hissed at her, and decided to leave. He must have run into her on the way out, too, since he gave her another. Oh well, these things blow over soon enough.