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In other news, I really need to come up with a name for the collective entity that is Finnegan-and-Fiona other than "the kittens" which doesn't really fit them any more. They've gotten *so* big. Finnegan has definitely outgrown his status as the runt of the litter, and is at least the same size as Fiona, maybe a bit bigger. They're both, at 6 months, almost as big as Fionnuala, who is the smallest of my full-grown cats. And they have about 6 more months of growing left to do. I figure they'll end up somewhere around Robin's size (size-wise the adult cats are, in order, Fionnuala, Siobhán, Robin, and Ciara).
Currently, Fiona is in the metaphorical dog-house for constantly digging the broccoli from my beef-and-broccoli Chinese dinner last night out of the trashcan (I'm not a big fan of broccoli), licking the sauce off, and leaving the actual vegetables on the floor for me to step on. After the first time I buried it further down, but then she only knocked over the trashcan to get to it.
Those two are complete terrors, I tell you. They neither of them have any shame. Last night I found Robin and Ciara with their noses in the bathroom cabinet (which had been closed initially). I asked them in a stern voice what they thought they were doing, and both had the grace to start guiltily and trip over each other in their impatience to get away from the scene of the crime. A moment later, Finnegan sticks his nose *out of* the cabinet, looks at me, and then calmly steps down to go twine around my ankles. No shame at all.
Currently, Fiona is in the metaphorical dog-house for constantly digging the broccoli from my beef-and-broccoli Chinese dinner last night out of the trashcan (I'm not a big fan of broccoli), licking the sauce off, and leaving the actual vegetables on the floor for me to step on. After the first time I buried it further down, but then she only knocked over the trashcan to get to it.
Those two are complete terrors, I tell you. They neither of them have any shame. Last night I found Robin and Ciara with their noses in the bathroom cabinet (which had been closed initially). I asked them in a stern voice what they thought they were doing, and both had the grace to start guiltily and trip over each other in their impatience to get away from the scene of the crime. A moment later, Finnegan sticks his nose *out of* the cabinet, looks at me, and then calmly steps down to go twine around my ankles. No shame at all.
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They *own* you :)
Religious beliefs not withstanding, you can just wave at them
to people and say;
"I sold my soul to the devil and this is what i got."
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Your anecdote reminds me of a Booth (I think) cartoon: there's someone standing just inside a door, and a cat sitting facing the door, through which has come a very fierce-looking older lady. Caption, from person to cat: "This is Mrs. X. She's here to instill guilt." (I suspect it didnt' work.)
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I never have to explain myself.
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Re: "Shameless Siblings"