Oh, this little bit of batting at each other may not look like much… and it isn’t. This is the usual play-fighting that all of the McKittens engage in occasionally. Today, however, there was real fighting. Hissing, yowling, chasing, tussling, ears-back, fur-flying fighting. For most of the evening, Sasha kept pestering Lyra. The hissing would start, and I’d yell, “Sasha, you leave her alone!” As if he could understand what I was saying.
After a yowling, thumping tangle under the sofa on which we were sitting, I decided to separate them. I scooped Lyra up; despite her squawk of protest, she let me carry her to the sofa, and settle her down between me and Paul. A couple of hours later, she’s still here, curled up against my hip. And Sasha’s curled on the floor at my feet, ears twitching as he dreams. The battle’s over for now.
I hope things aren’t so combative aboard the Friday Ark!
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Oh yes… pumpy and I have these fights once in awhile. I don’t even know how it starts. Sometimes he just looks at my ears the wrong way or I twitch my ears in bad time and — bam — the fight begins.
Ahh. So this is how Sergei is able to jump up on the kitchen counter. Lyra and Sasha stage a fight in the living room, while he gets the goods in the kitchen. Smart cats.
Ps–I like your new blog face.