I’ve got a keyboard gig that kept me indoors all morning. All through it, both cats shared the big chair beside my desk with an appearance of amity – as long as they were both asleep.
Click woke up and apparently found Zoe perfidiously touching her or something. Let it be known that Zoe was lying still with her eyes closed when Click threw her hissy fit.
Of course Zoe interpreted “hissy fit” as “she must want to play!”
Click did not, of course, want to play. A moment later she flounced out of the Lair in a huff. I really don’t know what that was about. Probably none of my business.
