Wearing fur in bed...

I woke up this morning wearing a purring fur hat and some purring fur slippers. Arnie was sleeping on top of my head while Brigitte curled up down around my toes. I have to admit it was a lovely way to wake up on this cold November morning. Made it awfully hard to get out of bed though. I was too cozy.

I haven't talked about my cats in a while. Have I? I probably have...I'm turning into one of those crazy cat ladies. You know, the kind that when other people are talking about their real, live children chime in with some story or other about something cute their kitty did? Yeah, that's me. Anyway, indulge me....

Lately, I've been seeing some rivalry between Arnie and Brig and the center of their feud seems to be ME! If one wants attention, the other one wants it and they push each other out of the way to get it. Arnie in particular has proven to be very jealous of any time I give Brig. He's always popping her in the nose to get her off my lap, gorging on her food before she even gets to it, and nosing his way past her if she's coming up to say hello. Brig takes it all very well but I feel bad about it so I try to give her a little extra attention or make Arnie wait. Then I realize...they're cats for crying out loud! I can't tell you the number of times I get all heady and thinking "what's going on in their little brains" when the truth is all they're thinking of is "food? sleep? mousie toy?"

I know they have distinct personalities but, honestly, I start treating them like their my kids and that's just wrong, isn't it?? I even talk to them about stuff I know they have no way of understanding. I don't even know why I do this. See? I am the crazy cat lady. Good lord...