We're Home!

The weekend was so much fun!  Even though we arrived late, and Nick was trying to move, we had fun!  We went to the improv 2 times!  We hit the Myth Busters exhibit at the Science Museum.  Well, I could write a book, we had so much fun!  Now, we're back.  The kitties were so tired that they ignored me.  They love Jenny!  I'll be picking up Pixie Marie soon.  It's good to be home!!!  Photos to follow later!  Then it's back to beads!

The Experiment Continues

The Experiment began last when I came to see my daughter who was just diagnosed with cancer. The equation was:

Walter
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Plus




Marvin
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Plus






Pixie Marie
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We didn't know the result of the equation, but here's what's happened in a week.



Although not great friends, Walter has accepted Pixie as a nap mate. Pixie still hogs the bed she and I share. Marvin, although he hisses at Pixie, is curious about her.

Not bad for a week, is it?

The Experiment

Walter
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Marvin
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Pixie
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Equals













What? We aren't sure, but we're going to find out. I'm taking Pixie to visit Jenny in her condo. We are staying overnight. At my house, there's a lot more space. They get along in that space, but in a smaller space? We're not sure. We shall see what happens. We'll report more next week.

What do you think?

When Mom Goes to Visit Jenny

Marvin had low expectations of my visit.
He made it clear that it was far more important for him to groom himself
than to purr for the camera.
Walter, who learned to open cabinet doors on this visit,
chose to ignore the
new human in his life.
He also waited for Marvin to groom him.

Jenny no longer gives her mother a chin or an elbow.
As an adult, she merely sticks out her tongue.
Such is the wonder of children and grandcats!
So. until the next visit.
Back at you!
Truly, I love them dearly!

My Weekend Visitors!

And It Was Fun.














Here's Tommy.



















Here's Marvin.

My Name is Tommy

And I hate the one who writes this blog. Well, perhaps, not all of her, but when I am at my house, I hate her right hand. When I am at her house, I truly dislike her. That human does not belong to me, totally, but her daughter does. I like he daughter. She does my bidding, and her hands are nice. I don't hate either of her hands. She feeds me. She takes care of me. I don't like it when she takes me to the vet, but I will tolerate it as long as that human does not stick his finger up my, well, you know. It is most undignified. Where is the food he should be giving me? Why does the mother of the human I have not understand when I tell her my bidding? Perhaps she is slow. My human is not.



This is my human. Her mother does not understand me, but my human does. I don't like it when we go to see her mother. When I see her mother, I hiss and let her know that I dislike her. I also try to bite her right hand. She knows why I don't like her right hand. My human tells me to be good, but I am not the problem. Here is the problem.











I believe they call it Spike. It smells. I don't like it. It comes and barks at me, and I hiss at it. It is a creature that should stay away from me. My human's mother seems to like this creature. I don't know why. I can smell this creature when she comes into my room to say good night or to pet me. I smell her hand, and I don't like that creature they call a Spike. He is most undignified. Why can't he meow and speak cat? Slow creature! Enough of him!









This is Marvin. He is my adopted brother. He is much more shy than I am. When my human's creature comes to the our house, he hides. He, also, smells the creature. Marvin has, at times, allowed the mother of my human to give him a hello backrub. I have allowed it, too, but not with her right hand. She does know why I hate her right hand. I allow her left hand to touch me. Marvin is much younger than I am. He thinks he's the boss, but I have to show him that I am. He doesn't complain much about our human mother's house, but when she comes in, he looks at me to see if it's okay for her to pet him.






I'm tired now. Enough of this. We shall return in the future. My human's mother thinks we're cute. We know we are. We shall return. Oh, my, I can smell that creature!