The Sugar Rush

by Etude, Mr Attitude.

Oh brother!   Hi friends.  Can you believe it?  We almost had to rush Grammy into the emergency room this week.  Well, not really!  I'm exaggerating a bit but that wee Mousie has been so darned cute this past week.  And cute interprets into sweet, thus the sugar overload.  

Here's what's been happening...

Mousie spends most of her time in the bedroom and only joins us in the livingroom occasionally - usually when meals are due or overdue, which happens a lot, let me tell you. (Cheap help! What more need we say?) But if Mousie comes snuffling around Grammy responds. We don't understand that.  Of course, the tail tickling the back of Grammy's neck might be a clue to her moving but otherwise... 

When we ask for food she ignores us and says things like, 'you just ate an hour ago!' or 'it's 45 minutes until your next feeding time!'  For goodness sake, we're cats. We don't have watches, only tummies that grumble. They are our time pieces. But, while the old girl ignores us she won't ignore the little mouse. Up she jumps and heads to the kitchen!

Okay so, back to Mousie and sugar.  Grammy has been going into the bedroom more regularly to interact with the wee Mouser (part of her get up and move frequently throughout the day exercise).  Lately, whenever she does she leans over the bed and rubs foreheads with Mousie as she reclines in her marshmallow bed and that activates the 'purr machine'. That purring is louder and bigger than the little puss, by far.  It is the loudest motor we've ever heard.  Louder than mine and even louder than our vocal Rondo.  

Well, when Grammy hears the motor going she melts.  Yes, she becomes a soppy puddle of goohs and gahs.  'Oh Mousie, you are just so adorable!  I want to pick you up and cuddle you!'  and then the sugar rush begins.   

Mousie seems to like the attention because now she does it every time Grammy visits the bedroom and the glucose levels are rising further and further.  Pretty soon we'll need to get insulin for the old dear.   Women! 

The other thing the little Mouser does is pose for Grammy in the cutest ways.  These cause further sugar rushes.  It's so disgusting! Of course, it isn't disgusting when we do.  (Well, don't tell Grammy but we think Mousie's a cutiepie too BUT, so are the rest of us!)   Pictures of Mousie (and us) to follow. 

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