I have just finished writing an incredibly amusing and witty post. You would have found it hysterical. Rivetting even.
Alas, Blogger ate it and so now I will try to reconstruct... and it's never as good the second time round.
We have resumed normality chez-catsmum after being at Defcon5.
Allow me to explain [ I was going to say elucidate but I've used that too much lately ]
Flashback to last week: Sophie and Oakley are their usual unimpressed selves because Nadie has brought Suki and Sumi up with her and will have a total hissy fit when they realise that, this time, it's for a week. Challenges have been issued, seconds chosen ...
Well, initial peace negotiations failed abysmally and Sophie bolted under my bed where she stayed until starvation got the better of her. Oakley merely shrugged a resigned, very masculine/feline shrug and retreated to his own personal private felted cat bed. I suspect this was just so that the interlopers couldn't get in there.
Things had improved on previous visits to the point where Sumi and Suki didn't have to be incarcerated in the slammer [ aka fabric stash room ] for the duration but it did get a bit tense there on occasion. There were mexican standoffs a plenty. Hisses were exchanged although we managed to stop short of actual bloodshed.
It was very nearly claws at four paces when the new girls decided that their own food bowl lacked the appeal of the one in the kitchen and tried to join Sophie and Oakley in their devotions to the gods of food. It was explained very sweetly with many tender hissings and growlings, that they were mere acolytes and, as such, must give way to the High Priest and Priestess. Sumi and Suki have a fairly ecumenical approach to worship so they were prepared to fit in if it got the desired result... and by the end of the week:
the other photo speaks for itself and is strictly for family and friends. This is Nadie with Chris. Cute:]