Snickers

This is Snickers. Matt got her when she was a kitten, after a very effective begging campaign; his dad was not really pleased about having a cat in the house again. (Very effective. Snickers was the first of the three cats that now rule our house.)

When Matt moved out, Snickers stayed. And in a supreme act of irony, she transferred all her affections to Dick. She sits on the arm of his couch; climbs into the crook of his arm when he's reading; flops on the floor at his feet to be petted. She seldom has anything to do with me. I don't know if it's because I lack sufficient testosterone or the fact that her arch enemy, Oreo, spends most of her time in my lap.

But lately that's changed. Snickers has discovered that my studio is a very comfortable place to be. She likes the carpet and the sun that shines through the glass doors in the early afternoon. And there's always a pile of fiber on the counter that she can nest into.

Her latest thing is to sit at the door, waiting for one of the other cats to climb into the garden window in the adjacent bathroom. She'll bat at the door until she gets their attention, then jump up likes she's 'attacking' them. AJ and Oreo just look at her like she's crazy. It's very entertaining to watch. Occasionally when Snickers starts to get bored, the other cat will bat at the window to get her started again. Free entertainment is a wonderful thing.