Armoured Cats

by Sweetie, teller of mischievous tails and phantasmagorical ideas.

Our Aunty M. (yes, another Aunty M) posted an interesting photo on her page a few days ago and it got me thinking.  As you've read in our previous posts the boys are sometimes a little rough on Whiskers, Mouse and me. They like to pounce on our backs, clamp their jaws on our necks and hold us down for a while.  Now, you have to know, they don't usually hurt us as long as we remember to just stay still until they tire of the game. For that is what it is to them.

On the other hand sometimes we squeal or squirm to get away because it isn't a game to us and that makes them clamp down a little harder... and Grammy has to intervene.  That means the old girl has to set down her knitting, shift to the edge of the chair, propel herself up onto her feet, lumber over to us and separate the perpetrator from the perpetrated on.

Etude has perfected his timing and lets go just seconds before Grammy reaches for him and runs for cover snickering and giggling.  It has become a game for him. Another thing they both do is creep up behind us to sniff our butts.  If we ignore them they will nip our haunches so of course, we squeal to get Grammy's attention which means another knitting down/scooch to edge of chair/push up/lumber routine and more snickers from Etude.   Rondo on the other hand will release as soon as Grammy yells, 'Rondo!!!' with a shame-on-you voice. The yell elicits no reaction from Etude.  He prefers to see Grammy in motion. Those incidents where Rondo pounces are usually between the two boys though Etude has been known to return the favour as well.  They are both scamps.

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The Suit of Armour King Henry VIII had made for his Cat Dagobert. Posted on FB by Stella Templeton Jan 15, 2019.

Mousie scoots away and escapes to the safety of the bedroom, I squeal then scamper away too but Whiskers won't put up with it, stands her ground, hisses and gives them a half dozen smacky-paws to the face.  This only incites the boys to return the smacky-paw routine until it becomes an all out battle and Grammy has get up once more to put Whiskers in the bedroom.  Poor old girl gets punished for their naughty behaviour. 

Now you might think that the boys don't like us and vice versa but that isn't so because five minutes later we are often curled up together on the sofa or split off into pairs or threesomes.  Other times we might not snuggle up at all and each of us will find our favourite spot and hunker down separately for a nap but not because we don't like each other, rather because we want some space.  

In my wise opinion I think the boys are either bored or hungry and this is how they entertain and/or distract themselves... and if you wonder about the hunger part read our previous blog.  Of course, me teasing them to get them moving and exercising wouldn't have ANYTHING to do with it!  No, don't even think it.  Not at all my doing!

Well, now to the topic of the blog.  After reading Aunty M's post I have determined we should get cat armour.  If Henry VIII can armour his cat why not us?   So I have researched neck to butt covers for the three feminine felines.  My thought is to find something that is tough as leather but tastes like broccoli.  That should work.  None of us are fond of broccoli.  Not even Grammy.  She'll eat it but seldom will cook it.   (Aside) Not that we think we have to protect our necks and butts from Grammy. *giggles*  
And so, here we have our first prototype.... What do you think?   Just wait, boys.... until you bite into this!  *rolls around on floor giggling uproariously*

Comments are welcomed... and most especially if they are funny.

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