It is another Saturday night and nothing new in the news. Wouldn't you know it. So, Twister, dear fat Twister, reached out with a soft furry paw and then extended one claw. It poked ever so softly into my big toe. I screamed as if to waken the neighbours. Twister merely smirked, "Ahah! Now we know who is awake, eh?"
I don't quite know what to do with the bad habits that Twister has. I do try to keep a regular feeding of Kibble treats and at least two sessions of combing out matts of fur. Since the early summer, I have filled a shopping bag full of fur. Who would believe that so much fur comes off two heavy weights with the likes of them. Right!
I don't usually have trouble with either cat. They are both neutered, one female and one male. They know somehow that I am also neutered. And, that I have drifted from being a strong and smelly male to a sweet and soft female. I know that they know, merely by how they sniff. Isn't that something.
Dogs and cats go around sniffing each other for one reason or another. But how do humans sniff out each other? It seems that washing in soap or gasoline will change the odour wafting out from armpits and other places. Then again, there are other places where sniffing can be productive. How do we allow ourselves to be sniffed comes about by one means or another whether we want it or not. Somehow, I don't think our two cats care about sniffing one way or another. Maybe it is lucky to be a cat or dog critter who doesn't care about sniffing all that much.