The three not-so-amigos; Viola looking at a bug, perhaps, Tessa loaf-catting it on the blanket with Quint looking so not interested in the camera. Quint’s become less and less interested in being photographed and we have a tough time getting him to look at the camera. When he was a kitten, he was always up for a good photo. Not anymore.
Tessa, on the other hand, doesn’t mind a camera in her face, ever. Viola’s photo tolerance is somewhere in between.
See? She doesn’t look away but doesn’t look at the camera either. Kind of a, “Okay, take the photo if you must” kind of pose. The favorite green toy, on the other hand, says, “Take any and all angles you like. I know I’m fabulous!”
. . . while Tessa stares at the camera with her trademark “Oh, bring IT!” glare.
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THANK YOU, dear angel and Friend of Colehaus, for thinking of us every month. We’re building our emergency vet fund and continuing to keep the three Colehaus Cats as healthy as two 14 year olds and one 13 year old can be. Thank you so much, dear MC.
Yes, I’m grumpy today. Mom says I’m in trouble too and not to forget about it. You see, earlier, my sister Tessa was begging for people food. It’s something she does and she gets away with it, I might add. I rarely beg for people food, perhaps the occasional French fry here and there. Anytime anyone in my house opens a box or a bag or a can, there’s my sister, pawing the air, begging for food. You’d think my Mom and Dad would put an end to that bad behavior, but noooooo. There she is, looking all bright-eyed, her white mittens stretched out. I could ignore her but apparently, my humans cannot.
Anyway, my sister turned me on to chicken and chicken broth. It’s the most eaten thing in my house. So, let’s blame Tessa for my downfall.
Don’t get me wrong. I still like my Fancy Feast Tender Chicken and Liver pate, mostly. It’s just that sometimes, something different is good. Variety is the spice of life, some people say and that occasional French fry was my spice of life.
And there she was, up on the kitchen island, nomming away on a good-sized bite of shredded chicken that she begged off Dad. I wanted some too.
I may have fought my sister for that tasty bite. Dad wasn’t happy about that. He said just wait until my Mom gets home, that she’d have words for me.
No one comes between me and my chicken. Remember that, little brother.
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We, meaning Mom, Dad, Viola and the chicken-fighting duo Quint and Tessa, are taking Friday off from blogging. Look for us back next Monday, September 14th. Everyone get along over the weekend, okay?
