I visit this "cat house" often, and yesterday claimed "squatters' rights" when there was a scheduled power outage in the village. Usually, within minutes of my occupying a chair, Bobcat lays claim to my lap.
Yesterday, as I sat down to work, dowager cat, Olive, beat him to it.
He was not impressed.
There, she cuddled for the next two hours as I worked on the stoep on an unusually warm, balmy winter's day.
Bob subsided.
Sulking?
Perhaps.
Until next time
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