Is this scene getting old? I think so, but the mom remains enthusiastic.
“Gracie, you and Ophelia are getting along so well!” she exclaims. “We need to capture this moment.”
Fine, mom. You just interrupted our nap. Ophelia may be a spoiled fluffball, but she knows exactly how to hook our mom. She’s mastered “cute.”
“Hard to believe Ophelia was once a miserable kitty in a small cage,” my mom says. “When she first came she waged war on Creampuff. Her fur was a mess. And now…”
Right. After hundreds of dollars of vet bills and top quality food, we have a fat, furry housemate who clearly enjoys her life with us. She jumps up in my mom’s lap. She inherited Tiger’s position as dominant cat. Luckily Creampuff is too ditzy to care.
And I don’t care who runs the household, as long as Cathy’s schedule gets dictated by my treats, walks and naps.