Now, the food situation has been interesting. Krekel isn't exactly.... the smallest of cats. She's got a small frame, but she weighs a ton. I have no idea how such a small cat can be so heavy. Prissy isn't small herself, but she's had nearly 9 years to pack on her weight. Well, in a way to control Krekel's small weight problem to insure she doesn't end up 26 pounds like mom and dad's cat Bailey (see below), Chris feeds his two babies once in the morning before he leaves for work..... they finish that, they are finished for the day. Prissy, on the other hand, has it made compared to them. She's got this problem where she eats TOO fast and barfs all over the place. OH yeah... not pretty. Doesn't even look like she chews her food either. So, in an effort to calm her nerves that once the bowl is empty that she's going to get fed again, I have an automatic feeder that turns the bowls around twice a day. It's great! Except for the fact that Krekel and Wrigley found out and as soon as I let Prissy in the house, they sneak in the garage to eat her food. hehehee!!! Sneak, but she knows that's what they are doing, so she runs in there and chases them away.
So luckily, fighting over her food bowl with the never ending amount of food in it and who's going to sit in my lap next, has been the only issue so far. I think once she spends more time with them, Prissy might have issues on who's going to be the boss in the house. Right now, she chases poor Wrigley a lot. She can't figure Krekel out just yet.
Insert the theme song to Wild America as I stand by and observe these fine creatures react to each other....... Prissy and Krekel.... trying to ignore each other.... the scowls on their faces pretty much describes it best.... It's almost like they are saying "B****, whachu lookin' at? You best not be gettin' up in ma space!" and the other saying "Don't you be worryin' B****, you stay outa ma space, and I stay outa yours!" hehehee!!! Don't have a clue why I have them speaking thug to each other, but you just can't help but think it.
Another encounter in Krekel's hide out. No growling.... they actually don't growl at each other... just creep around and sometimes you hear Prissy chirp at her. Other than that.... nothing out of them....yet. I think they are still just feeling each other out.
Wrigley gets the growls... swats... hisses.... and chased a lot. He's kind of scared of her, but he also likes to follow her around to test how close he can get to her.... he's gotten close enough to almost lick her a few times. WHEW..... not a happy girl. No one licks her! hehehe!!!
And here's the 3 of them together. Krekel just standing by giving the stink eye, but pretty much letting Wrigley take care of himself.
In case you were wondering..... this is what they do on a NORMAL day when they aren't stalking each other all over the house.....hehehe!!! I hope to add more.... I have discovered cat prints on the top of the kitchen cabinet doors where Krekel is apparently jumping up on the counter, then the fridge, then LEAPING over the doorway to the other side of the kitchen on the TOP of those cabinets..... I plan to stalk her and see if I catch her in the act.
A smiling Wrigley on his favorite stool. I tell ya, this turkey will sit anywhere that cushion is, even if it's in the floor and will also pace around it if there's anything sitting on it.
They can't WAIT to find the warm spots in the bed to snuggle up. Kind of hate to make the bed up because they look so comfortable.
Prissy in her usual spot. She's getting used to having to deal with my computer in my lap.... but she insists on laying her head in the way as much as she can.....
Ah yes... the infamous Bailey Biter Bear Ditmore and his 26 pounds of fury! This picture cracks me up because it was like he just KNEW he was going to the groomer the next day, so he tried as hard as he could to pack as much dirt and grime in his fur as he could before he went. The smile on his face shows that he succeeded.
Dear God.... I REALLY need to get a job soon..... hehehehee!!! Once I run out of things to write about these cats, then I can see myself staring out the window at the neighbors and creating back stories for all of them next...... Please don't let me be THAT girl! hehehe!
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