This was originally going to be titled “Birds of a Feather” but second thoughts prevailed.
I’ve long held the opinion that every home requires a meezer.
We are currently blessed–if that’s the word–with two. Kokoro is, naturally, the undisputed* empress of the household and queen of all she surveys.
* In her own mind, at least
Emeraldas, on the other forepaw, is the most recent addition to the clowder, and by far the least integrated. She spars vigorously with Lefty, stares at Sachiko with deep suspicion, and retreats precipitously from humans. (Contrarily, of course, she snuggles vigorously with Yuki, and..um…nevermind.)
So the Meezer Ladies don’t spend much time together. Kokoro stays in Maggie’s office, with occasional forays to the bedroom to hang out on my lap, and the kitchen to raid the empty gooshie fud cans. Emeraldas has recently relocated herself from the library upstairs to the living room downstairs–physically a journey of a mere couple of dozen stairs, but far more distant psychologically.
And yet, the twain do meet. And even pose for an occasional photo op.
I know about that “snuggling vigorously and… nevermind,” which happened between my Nickel Catmium and the late Mr. Ferguson. Nickel is likewise suspicious of all other cats, though she’s very human friendly But it’s an occasion when she occupies the same defined space as another cat, like the foot of the bed.
We have no meezers. Never have had. I’ve missed something.
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