say it with pie

Let a neighbouring cat in for regular visits. The end.

Sophie belongs to our downstairs neighbour and is one of those ultra-friendly runt cats like Orla, my old roommate Aine's cat. Charlie didn't really like Orla, and doesn't really like Sophie for the same reason: they do not observe the rules of animal hierarchy where Charlie should be the dominant alpha male. Perhaps I snuggled him too hard as a kitten, because now he can't assert himself. The result? Cute!

Most Sophie visits go like this: Sophie enters, heads immediately to Charlie's food dish and takes a few big bites, finds Charlie's favourite catnip toy and proceeds to saturate it with her saliva while Charlie watches, horrified. Then, intoxicated with nip, Sophie pounces on Charlie and sinks her tiny teeth into his fur. They chase each other around the house until Sophie discovers Charlie's favourite sitting spot and takes a quick nap, disturbing the careful accumulation of shed hair and pheromones. Repeat.

More cat photos after the cut, and yes, I do realize that I'm that lady.