That is just a small sampling of life with my cats yesterday. They did nothing but eat, sleep, and roll around on the floor chewing on each other. In a twist on the usual course of days like that, Myu was the aggressor. She had a bug up her butt about something and would not leave Ronin alone. Seeing as the other 99% of the time he’s the one being the ass, I guess it was about time for her to finally get upset enough to torment him in return. It’s good to see her being a little more aggressive, because, well … she’s such a pussy.

What was especially funny was how Ronin laid by me on the couch looking all dejected all evening long. I guess he’s just not used to anyone bugging him and pouncing on him non-stop. Well, turn about is fair play, right? Also, it was weird for me to be barking “Myu!” every few minutes rather than “Ronin!” I swear most days I must say his name several hundred times, because he just can’t help himself. He has to do things he knows he shouldn’t … like beat up on his sister, or steal Q-tips from the bathroom, or make off with one of my stuffed toys, or dump out the water bowl, and on and on.

They seem to be getting along just fine today, but the day is young. I think I’ll get out the feather toys and catnip and wear them out right now, so they’ll sleep most of the day. Not that this tactic always works, but I cannot put up with another day of cat wrestling all over the house.