Anyway, if it sometimes seems like we need a U.N. peacekeeping force around here ... bear in mind that not every day is like this. And right now they're both sleeping like little angels, curled up next to each other on the sofa. Some days are just more exciting than others ;-}
The treadmill was supposed to be mine. After all, I was the one with the recently healed broken ankle, and the need for physical therapy and strength-building. Yeah, right. LOL The day it was delivered and Scully and Max adopted it while it was still in the box, I realized that I would be sharing. With cats, you share everything. Except for those times when they take complete possession of your brand new ... whatever. As for the treadmill, they loved it from the moment the huge (and I do mean huge), flat box was wheeled into the house on a dolly. At times, they'd run, jump onto the smooth cardboard, and skid to the other end. Or bat their catnip mouse around on it like they were playing shuffleboard. Once it was out of the box, they found the deck a comfy place to sleep. And the handles? Perfect to step down onto, to shorten the jump from windowsill to floor. I have no idea why, but it wasn't until now, a year later, that they became interested in the console. I mean, damn, it's big enough to see. And for all those months, they'd sit on the windowsill beside me while I walked on the deck, mere inches away. For whatever reason, it didn't occur to them to walk on this big doohicky that the human holds onto, pushing it's buttons and making it beep and boop. It does now. And thus they have something new to battle over ... Scully, the more mature, smarter one, realizes that discretion is the better part of valor ... And a temporary peace agreement is reached ... Lest you worry that Scully spends her days being bullied, no need. The two of them alternate. They may have even drawn up a schedule, who knows. Today, Scully was the bully. She's stalked Max off and on since around lunchtime, mainly because Max dared go into HER giant microwave box. If Scully could speak, she would say, regarding the microwave box, "MINE! ALL MINE!," like greedy, grabby Daffy Duck when he finds treasure of any kind (I'm a huge Looney Toons fan, BTW).
Anyway, if it sometimes seems like we need a U.N. peacekeeping force around here ... bear in mind that not every day is like this. And right now they're both sleeping like little angels, curled up next to each other on the sofa. Some days are just more exciting than others ;-}
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