Pinky’s siblings stay off to the side. Ever since her dual with Loaner over me, Loaner has yielded and so has Tango, come to that.
Loaner has her own spot in the house on the hall rug, which led to the Episode of the Raccoon. One second dozing, the next–starting up and flying at the pet door to the patio, she smashed the door down on a raccoon’s head. The raccoon pedaled backward and hesitated outside, then made a second try. Loaner was ready, and delivered another blow. Almighty Loaner!
Impressed, I called her to the kitchen where I served up a special treat, a helping of codfish as she likes it, raw. She is a big cat, about 18 pounds to Pinky’s nine and Tango’s fourteen. I cannot lift Loaner in the usual way, under the arms, but do it with both hands under her belly. She doesn’t like that much and protests. My back protests, as well.
My European-origin friends here receive a steady supply of clippings from overseas regarding our president. Seems he is a joke.